Will you do less to save all that makes life dear to an honourable man?
Be gone, be gone, I entreat you.' 'Whither ?' 'To Picenum, which is not yet subject to the Goths.

There gather your capable men and arm them, and send to the King Totila, offering to serve him where he will, and how he will.

You know,' pursued Decius earnestly, 'that I speak this something against my conscience, but, alas! we can only choose between evils, and I think Totila is less of a tyrant than Justinian.

You will not go to Constantinople, nor would I bid you, for there, assuredly, is nothing to be done worthy of a man; but you must act, or you perish.

For me, a weakling and a dreamer, there is solace in the _vita umbratilis_; to you, it is naught.