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Receive my life-blood, and remove

These torments of the mind.

My life is lived, and I have played

The part that Fortune gave,

And now I pass, a queenly shade,

Majestic to the grave.

A glorious city I have built,

Have seen my walls ascend;

Chastised for blood of husband spilt,

A brother, yet no friend:

Blest lot! yet lacked one blessing more,

That Troy had never touched my shore!

So she mounts the funeral pile, and stabs herself with the Trojan's sword, her sister Anna coming upon the scene only in time to receive the parting breath.