As for fame and all that, though I've had enough, there's plenty to be got anywhere along the shores of that Mediterranean.

Let's burn and plunder Alexandria: forty of us Goths might kill down all these donkey-riders in two days, and hang up that lying prefect who sent us hereon this fool's errand.

Don't answer, Wulf.
I knew he was humbugging us all along, but you were so open-mouthed to all he said, that I was bound to let my elders choose for me.

Let's go back; send over for any of the tribes; send to Spain for those Vandals--they have had enough of Adolf by now, curse him!--I'll warrant them; get together an army, and take Constantinople.

I'll be Augustus, and Pelagia, Augusta; you and Smid here, the two Caesars; and we'll make the monk the chief of the eunuchs, eh ?--anything you like for a quiet life; but up this accursed kennel of hot water I go no farther.