The man has his hands full, he is tired out." "Nor have I been able to sit still the whole day, and what is fitting, is fitting.

I am Keraunus the son of Ptolemy, whose father came into Egypt with Alexander the Great, and helped to found this city, and every one knows it.

Our possessions were diminished; but it is for that very reason that I insist on our illustrious blood being recognized.

Pontius sends to command the presence of Keraunus! If it were not infuriating it would be laughable--for who is this man, who?
I have told you his father was a freedman of the former prefect Claudius Balbillus, and by the favor of the Roman his father rose and grew rich.

He is the descendant of slaves, and you expect that I shall be his obedient humble servant, whenever he chooses to call me ?" "But father, my dear father, it is not the son of Ptolemy, but the palace-steward that he desires shall go to hire." "Mere chop-logic!--you have nothing to say, not a step do I take to go to him." The girl clasped her hands over her face, and sobbed loudly and pitifully.