"Poison! It's running through my veins! I shall die!" "You will die," repeated Cornelia, in ineffable scorn, spurning the wretch with her foot.

"Lie there and die! Cease breathing; sleep! And that creature, Ahenobarbus, yonder, shall sleep his sleep too, ere he work his will on me! Ha! ha! Look at my handiwork; the other slave is down!" "Girl! Murderess!" raged Lentulus.

"What is this?
You have slain these men." "I have slain your slaves," said Cornelia, resolutely folding her arms; "the poison on the dagger was very swift.

You did excellently well, Lucius, not to come near me." And she picked up the dagger, which the slave, writhing in agony, had dropped.
"Do you wish to attack me again?
_Phy!_ I have more resources than this.

This venom works too quickly.