I'll eat a dozen of them.

Am I one to be hectored by a woman and a barbarian?
Eat, or I eat." "Good, Sire.

It is better that a barbarian should die than that the world should lose its glorious Emperor.

I eat, and when you are as I soon shall be, as will happen even to an emperor, may my blood lie heavy on your soul, the blood which I give to save your life." Then I lifted the fig to my lips.
Before ever it touched them, with a motion swift as that of a panther springing on its prey, Irene had leapt from her couch and dashed the fruit from my hand.

She turned upon her son.
"What kind of a thing are you," she asked, "who would suffer a brave man to poison himself that he may save your worthless life?
Oh! God, what have I done that I should have given birth to such a hound?
Whoever poisoned them, these fruits are poisoned, as has been proved and can be proved again, yes, and shall be.