"macer, macer," was called around by the innumerable spectators.
Yet macer lost not one jot of his coolness in that awful moment.
The lion came down as before, but this time macer's aim was true.
It was evident that the Batavian was not at all equal to macer.
Upon this macer was sent out again, and killed this lion easily.
To the amazement of all, macer stepped back and flung down his sword.
Seizing his sword in a firm grasp, he struck macer to the heart.
macer, so he is called about the city, at the moment came up.
macer alone is enough to set on fire a city, a continent, a world.
I am macer, the son of that macer who was neighbor of the gladiator Pollex,—'
