Bring my clothes--if you steal anything, remember there are knives in Rome, and I know where to write to have them used." Whereat Temistocle broke into a torrent of protestations.

How could his master think that, after saving him at such risk, his faithful servant would plunder him?
"Well," said Del Ferice, thoughtfully, "you are a great scoundrel, you know.

But you have saved me, as you say.

There is a scudo for you." Temistocle never refused anything.

He took the coin, kissed his master's hand as a final exhibition of servility, and turned back towards the city without another word.