It seems to me that she has become my soul! "And yet between us there are, as it were, the invisible billows of a boundless ocean! She is far away and quite inaccessible! The splendour of her beauty forms a cloud of light around her, and at times I think that I have never seen her--that she does not exist--and that it is all a dream!" Matho wept thus in the darkness; the Barbarians were sleeping.

Spendius, as he looked at him, recalled the young men who once used to entreat him with golden cases in their hands, when he led his herd of courtesans through the towns; a feeling of pity moved him, and he said-- "Be strong, my master! Summon your will, and beseech the gods no more, for they turn not aside at the cries of men! Weeping like a coward! And you are not humiliated that a woman can cause you so much suffering ?" "Am I a child ?" said Matho.

"Do you think that I am moved by their faces and songs?
We kept them at Drepanum to sweep out our stables.

I have embraced them amid assaults, beneath falling ceilings, and while the catapult was still vibrating!--But she, Spendius, she!--" The slave interrupted him: "If she were not Hanno's daughter--" "No!" cried Matho.

"She has nothing in common with the daughters of other men! Have you seen her great eyes beneath her great eyebrows, like suns beneath triumphal arches?
Think: when she appeared all the torches grew pale.