Goisvintha could repose on neither.

With no employment but bitter remembrance to engage her thoughts, with no kindly aspiration, no soothing hope to fill her heart, she was abandoned irrevocably to the influence of unpartaken sorrow and vindictive despair.
Both the woman and the warrior stood together in silence for some time.
At length, without taking his eyes from the dusky, irregular mass before him, which was all that night now left visible of the ill-fated city, Hermanric addressed Goisvintha thus:-- 'Have you no words of triumph, as you look on the ramparts that your people have fought for generations to behold at their mercy, as we now behold them?
Can a woman of the Goths be silent when she stands before the city of Rome ?' 'I came hither to behold Rome pillaged, and Romans slaughtered; what is Rome blockaded to me ?' replied Goisvintha fiercely.

'The treasures within that city will buy its safety from our King, as soon as the tremblers on the ramparts gain heart enough to penetrate a Gothic camp.
Where is the vengeance that you promised me among those distant palaces?
Do I behold you carrying that destruction through the dwellings of Rome, which the soldiers of yonder city carried through the dwellings of the Goths?
Is it for plunder or for glory that the army is here?
I thought, in my woman's delusion, that it was for revenge!' 'Dishonour will avenge you--Famine will avenge you--Pestilence will avenge you!' 'They will avenge my nation; they will not avenge me.

I have seen the blood of Gothic women spilt around me--I have looked on my children's corpses bleeding at my feet! Will a famine that I cannot see, and a pestilence that I cannot watch, give me vengeance for this?
Look! Here is the helmet-crest of my husband and your brother--the helmet-crest that was flung to me as a witness that the Romans had slain him! Since the massacre of Aquileia it has never quitted my bosom.

I have sworn that the blood which stains and darkens it, shall be washed off in the blood of the people of Rome.