At regina dolos—-quis fallere possit amantem?
praesensit, motusque excepit prima futuros,
omnia tuta timens. Eadem impia Fama furenti
detulit armari classem cursumque parari.
Saevit inops animi, totamque incensa per urbem
bacchatur, qualis commotis excita sacris
Thyias, ubi audito stimulant trieterica Baccho
orgia, nocturnusque vocat clamore Cithaeron.

But the queen - for who can deceive a lover - detected in advance the tricks
fearing where there was nothing to fear first caught wind
of the movements that were to come; that same infamous rumour
carried down to the frenzied one that the fleet was being equipped and that the course was being prepared.
She rages out of her wits and aflame and raves through the whole city
like a Bacchunt stirred by the shaking of the sacred emblems
when the biennal rites goad her having heard the cry of Bacchus
the nighttime mount Cithaeron calls her with the shouting