Scores attempting to flee blindly trampled over those transfixed with fear.

They fought, men with women, youths with old age, children with one another.
Hundreds attracted by the tumult rushed in on the panic and added fresh victims and new death.

Out of the horror rose the fearful cries of the madmen: "Woe, woe to this wicked city!" Meanwhile, the soldiers of Simon and John came to prevent citizens from gathering in bodies, and with sword and spear drove into the struggle and added murder to it all.

The spirit of terror then issued out of that bloody alley and seized upon street by street.

Far and wide the tumult ran, growing in volume with every accession, until the raging and humiliated Titus, among his six hundred, heard Jerusalem howl like a beaten slave and hushed his pagan curses to listen.
Late that same afternoon, the Esquiline Gate, inaccessible, despised and sealed, was broken open from within and under it and down its difficult and dangerous approach poured a silent multitude, numbering thousands.