Why entertain any superstitious scruple against doing what the law allows?
Come with me to Egypt; to Spain; to Parthia; anywhere! Only do not reject me and my entreaties! I will do anything for your sake!" Critical as was her situation, Fabia could not refrain from a sense of humour, when she saw and heard this creature--the last intimate she would select in the world--pressing his suit with such genuine passion.

When she answered, an exasperating smile was on her lips.
"By Castor!" she replied, "the noble Gabinius is not a bad tragedian.
If he has nothing further to inform me than that I am favoured by his good graces, I can only decline his proposals with humble firmness, and depart." "By the immortal gods!" cried Gabinius, feeling that he and not his would-be victim were like to go into a frenzy, "you shan't go! I have you here.

And here you shall remain until I have your word that you will quit the Temple service and fly with me to Egypt.

If you won't have me as your slave, I'll have you as your master!" And again he advanced.
"What restrains me here ?" queried Fabia, sternly, the blood sinking from her cheeks, but by step or by glance quailing not in the least.
"Who dare restrain or offer harm to a Vestal of the Roman Republic ?" "I!" shouted Gabinius in mad defiance, with a menacing gesture.
Fabia took a step toward him, and instinctively he fell back.
"You ?" she repeated, her black eyes, ablaze with the fire of a holy indignation, searching Gabinius's impure heart through and through.
"You, little man?
Are you fond of death, and yet lack courage to drink the poison yourself ?" "I dare anything!" cried Gabinius, getting more and more uncontrolled.
"This is my house.

These are my slaves.