isque ubi progrediens numerosa luce per alta atria dimotis aduerso limine claustris terribilem dictu faciem, lacera ora putresque sanguineo videt imbre genas: quae causa furoris, externi iuvenes (neque enim meus audeat istas civis in usque manus), quisnam implacabilis ardor exturbare odiis tranquilla silentia noctis? usque adeone angusta dies, et triste parumper pacem animo somnumque pati? sed prodite tandem unde orti, quo fertis iter, quae iurgia? nam vos haud humiles tanta ira docet, generisque superbi magna per effusum clarescunt signa cruorem.
Passing through the lofty halls in the light of many a torch and unbarring the doors, he sees a sight dreadful to tell on the threshold before him'torn faces and cheeks clotted with gory shower. Why this madness, young strangers?'for no countryman of mine would dare violence such as this. What this implacable urge to disrupt nights tranquil silence with your brawls? Is the day so short, does it so irk you to suffer peace of mind and sleep for a little while? But come, reveal: where are you from, whither your way, what your quarrel? For such wrath argues you of no mean degree and great signs of proud race show plain in your blood-letting.
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