"I shall go to Memphis, and fetch my sister." The anchorite stared at the girl in horror, exclaiming: "That is folly, madness, suicide! Do you want to throw two victims into his jaws instead of one ?" "I can protect myself, and as regards Irene, I will claim the queen's assistance.

She is a woman, and will never suffer--" "What is there in this world that she will not suffer if it can procure her profit or pleasure?
Who knows what delightful thing Euergetes may not have promised her in return for our little maid?
No, by Serapis! no, Cleopatra will not help you, but--and that is a good idea--there is one who will to a certainty.

We must apply to the Roman Publius Scipio, and he will have no difficulty in succeeding." "From him," exclaimed Klea, coloring scarlet, "I will accept neither good nor evil; I do not know him, and I do not want to know him." "Child, child!" interrupted the recluse with grave chiding.

"Does your pride then so far outweigh your love, your duty, and concern for Irene?
What, in the name of all the gods, has Publius done to you that you avoid him more anxiously than if he were covered with leprosy?
There is a limit to all things, and now--aye, indeed--I must out with it come what may, for this is not the time to pretend to be blind when I see with both eyes what is going on--your heart is full of the Roman, and draws you to him; but you are an honest girl, and, in order to remain so, you fly from him because you distrust yourself, and do not know what might happen if he were to tell you that he too has been hit by one of Eros' darts.

You may turn red and white, and look at me as if I were your enemy, and talking contemptible nonsense.