"I will give in--I will not bring you all to misery--for my children's sake I will allow myself to be ill-treated and down-trodden, I will go--I will go directly.

Like the pelican I will feed my children with my heart's blood.

But you ought to know what it costs me, to humiliate myself thus; it is intolerable to me, and my heart is breaking--for the architect, the architect has trampled upon me as if I were his servant; he wished--I heard him with these ears--he shrieked after me a villainous hope that I might be smothered in my own fat--and the physician has told me I may die of apoplexy! Leave me, leave me.

I know those Romans are capable of anything.

Well--here I am; fetch me my saffron-colored pallium, that I wear in the council, fetch me my gold fillet for my head.