See, Syrax is already out of his misery; and his fellow will soon be beyond reach of woe.

When I strike _you_, Lucius Ahenobarbus, you shall die slowly, that I may enjoy your pain.

What need have I of this weapon ?" And she flung the dagger across the carpet so that it struck on the farther wall.

"Pick it up, and come and kill me if you wish! Drusus lives, and in him I live, for him I live, and by him I live.

And you--and you are but as evil dreams in the first watch of a night which shall be forgotten either in sweet unending slumbers, or the brightness of the morning.