"Do you dare to say to the Emperor that he shall not do this or that?
By all the images my mother worships I'll have you whipped through the Circus." "That you will never do," I answered, for my free blood boiled at the insult.

"I tell you, Sire," I went on, leaving out certain words which I meant to speak, "that the fig is poisoned." "And I tell you that you lie, you heathen savage.

See here! Either you eat that fig or I do, so that we may know who speaks the truth.

If you won't, I will.

Now obey, or, by Christ! to-morrow you shall be shorter by a head." "The Augustus is pleased to threaten, which is unnecessary," I remarked.
"If I eat the fig, will the Augustus swear to leave the rest of them uneaten ?" "Aye," he answered with a hiccough, "for then I shall know the truth, and for the truth I live, though," he added, "I haven't found it yet." "And if I do not eat it, will the Augustus do so ?" "By the Holy Blood, yes.