She turned towards Hermanric, looked up at him appealingly, attempted to speak, and then sinking lower upon the ground, wept bitterly.
'Why do you weep and pray and mouth it at him ?' shrieked Goisvintha, pointing to Hermanric with her disengaged hand.

'He has neither courage to protect you, nor honour to aid me.

Do you think that I am to be moved by your tears and entreaties?
I tell you that your people have slain my husband and my children, and that I hate you for that.

I tell you that you have lured Hermanric into love for a Roman and unfaithfulness to me, and I will slay you for doing it! I tell you that there is not a living thing of the blood of your country, or the name of your nation, throughout the length and breadth of this empire, that I would not destroy if I had the power! If the very trees on the road hither could have had feeling, I would have torn the bark from their stems with my own hands! If a bird, native of your skies, had flown into my bosom from very tameness and sport, I would have crushed it dead at my feet! And do you think that you shall escape?
Do you think that I will not avenge the deaths of my husband and my children upon you, after this ?' As she spoke, she mechanically unclenched her hands.

The knife dropped to the ground.