We are to her neither more nor less than the wretched flies which we hit at when they trouble us, and may the gods be merciful to those on whom this queen's hand may fall! Euergetes cleaves with the sword all that comes in his way.

Cleopatra stabs with the dagger, and her hand wields the united power of her own might and of her yielding husband's.

Do not provoke her.

Submit to what you cannot avert; just as I never complain when, if I make a mistake in reading, she snatches the book from my hand, or flings it at my feet.

But I, of course, have only myself to fear for, and you have your husband and children as well." Praxinoa bowed her head at these words in sad assent, and said: "Thank you for those words! I always think only from my heart, and you mostly from your head.