373When, having tried in vain with these words, she sees Latinus standing firm against her, and the maddening poison of the serpent has slipped deep into her vitals and runs all through her, then indeed the unhappy queen, roused by monstrous horrors, rages wildly and without restraint through the vast city. 378As at times a top, spinning under the twisted whip, which boys, intent on their game, drive in a great circle around empty halls; 380driven by the lash, it is carried round in curving courses; 381the unknowing, beardless band marvels over it, wondering at the whirling boxwood; 383the blows give it life: no slower than that in her course is she driven through the midst of the cities and the fierce peoples.
385Why, she even flies out into the woods, feigning the power of Bacchus, attempting a greater outrage and beginning a greater madness, and hides her daughter in the leafy mountains, to snatch the marriage from the Teucrians and delay the torches, shrieking 'Euhoe Bacchus!', crying out that you alone are worthy of the maiden, for it is for you she takes up the soft thyrsus, you she circles in the dance, for you she grows her sacred hair. 392Rumour flies, and the same passion drives all the mothers, their hearts on fire with frenzy, to seek new homes at once: they have deserted their houses, they give their necks and hair to the winds, while others fill the air with quavering cries, and, clad in fawnskins, carry vine-wreathed spears; 397she herself, fiery, in their midst holds up a blazing pine torch and sings the wedding song of her daughter and Turnus, rolling her bloodshot eyes, and suddenly cries out fiercely: 'Ho, mothers, hear me, Latin women, wherever you are: if any kindness for unhappy Amata remains in your loyal hearts, if concern for a mother's rights stings you, loosen the ribbons from your hair, take up the revels with me.' 404Such was the queen whom Allecto drives everywhere with the goads of Bacchus, among the woods, among the wild places of beasts.