There is no more distinction between right and wrong in Alexandria than we here in the dark can make between blue and green.

To me, the slave, who is already growing old, Hermon is a kind master.

I know without your aid what I owe him, and serve him as loyally as any one; but where he threatens to lead to ruin the innocent daughter of the race whose blood flows in my veins as well as yours, and in doing so perhaps finally destroy himself too, conscience commands me to raise my voice as loud as the sentinel crane when danger threatens the flock.

Beware, girl, I repeat! Keep your beauty, which is now to be degraded to feast the eyes of gaping Greeks, for the worthiest husband among our people.

Though Hermon has vowed, I know not what, your love-dallying will very soon be over; we shall leave Tennis within the next few days.