I do not compel you.

Go whither you will, stay away even if I send for you; but"-- and here his brow clouded again--"why should I try to be merciful to her from whom I looked for sympathy and kindliness, when she flees from me like the rest ?" "O my lord!" Melissa sighed distressfully.

"Go!" Caesar went on.

"I do not need you." "No, no," the girl cried, in great trouble.

"Call me, and I will come.
Only shelter me from the others, and from their looks of scorn; only--O immortal gods!--If you need me, I will serve you, and willingly, with all my heart.