Sic pugnant miseri; restabat lassa nefando vita duci summusque cruor, poterantque parumper stare gradus; sed sponte ruit fraudemque supremam in media iam morte parat.
So the wretches fight. Life yet remained, though weary, in the wicked king and a residue of blood, his feet could bear him for a little while. But he collapses on purpose and in his death throes prepares a final trick.
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