"Begone! look for some one else! I will not help you in this execrable crime!" "But Tanith is your enemy," retorted Spendius; "she is persecuting you and you are dying through her wrath.

You will be revenged upon her.

She will obey you, and you will become almost immortal and invincible." Matho bent his head.

Spendius continued: "We should succumb; the army would be annihilated of itself.

We have neither flight, nor succour, nor pardon to hope for! What chastisement from the gods can you be afraid of since you will have their power in your own hands?
Would you rather die on the evening of a defeat, in misery beneath the shelter of a bush, or amid the outrages of the populace and the flames of funeral piles?
Master, one day you will enter Carthage among the colleges of the pontiffs, who will kiss your sandals; and if the veil of Tanith weighs upon you still, you will reinstate it in its temple.