Ut dextra ferrum penitus exact abdidit, subitus recepta morte prorupit cruor per vulnes ingens. Hic ordo sacri. A crowding assembly increases according to the custom of the theater and filled all the shore. Some imagine the fleet's delay to be released by this death, others rejoice that the lineage of the enemy is cut. The larger part of the unreliable crowd hate the crime, and watch.
Terror holds both peoples stunned.
But however her checks shine and the last beauty is is greater in splendor than usual, as Phoebus' light is typically most radiant when it falls at last, when stars return to their positions and uncertain day is pressed by imminent night. The entire crowd is stunned, and nearly all praise more things about to pass. Such a steadfast soul strikes everyone's judgement and Pyrrhus, slow to kill, is the strange wonder.