He did not speak, and he uttered no cry of alarm, though Cornelia's dreadful shriek was so loud and piercing that it was heard upon the shore.

From the suffering victim himself nothing was heard but an inarticulate groan extorted by his agony.

He gathered his mantle over his face, and sank down and died.
[Sidenote: Cornelia.] [Sidenote: The funeral pile.] [Sidenote: Pompey's ashes sent to Cornelia.] Of course, all was now excitement and confusion.

As soon as the deed was done, the perpetrators of it retired from the scene, taking the head of their unhappy victim with them, to offer to Caesar as proof that his enemy was really no more.

The officers who remained in the fleet which had brought Pompey to the coast made all haste to sail away, bearing the wretched Cornelia with them, utterly distracted with grief and despair, while Philip and his fellow-servant remained upon the beach, standing bewildered and stupefied over the headless body of their beloved master.
Crowds of spectators came in succession to look upon the hideous spectacle a moment in silence, and then to turn, shocked and repelled, away.