"The jest has gone quite far enough.

Make this horrible fellow lower that sword." "Not until I have finished making up my package of little articles," replied Gabinius, "and," suiting the action to the word, "relieved your fingers of the weight of those very heavy rings." "Gabinius," roared Servius, in impotent fury, "what are you doing?
Are you a common bandit ?" "A bandit, my excellent friend," was his answer, "but not a common one; no ordinary footpad could strip the noble Servius Flaccus without a harder struggle." Servius burst into lamentations.
"My box of unguents! My precious rings! My money-bag! You are not leaving me one valuable! Have you sunk as low as this ?" "Really," returned the robber, "I have no time to convince you that the brigand's life is the only one worth living.

You do not care to join our illustrious brotherhood?
No?
Well, I must put these trinkets and fat little wallet in my own wagon.

I leave you your cloak out of old friendship's sake.

Really you must not blame me.