You gave her father and her mother, your own daughter, to be slaughtered by gladiators and to be torn by lions because, forsooth, they did not think as you do.

Lift one finger against her and I will hale you into the amphitheatre at Rome, there yourself to be slaughtered by gladiators, or to be torn by lions.
Although I am absent I shall know all that you do, for I have friends who are good and spies that are better.

Moreover, I return here shortly.
Now I ask you, will you give me your solemn word, swearing it by that God whom you worship, first, that you will not attempt to force your granddaughter Miriam into marriage with Caleb the Jew; and secondly, that you will shelter her, treating her with all honour, and suffering her to follow her own faith in freedom ?" Benoni sprang from his couch.
"No, Roman, I will not.

Who are you who dare to dictate to me in my own house as to how I shall deal with my own grandchild?
Pay what you owe and get you gone, and darken my doors no more.

I have done with you." "Ah!" said Marcus.