instat vi patria Pyrrhus: nec claustra nec ipsi custodes sufferre valent; labat ariete crebro ianua et emoti procumbunt cardine postes.
On presses Pyrrhus with his fathers might; no bars, no warders even, can stay his course. The gate totters under the rams many blows and the doors, wrenched from their sockets, fall forward.
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