Now answer--are you a Greek ?" "I am an Athenian born." "Don't you think I can smell your Doric accent by that broad alpha?
You are a Sicilian, I'll be bound!" Phaon made a motion of sorrowful assent.
"_Phui!_" continued Demetrius, "tell me, Agias, is this the creature that tried to murder Quintus Drusus ?" Agias nodded.
"A fit minister for such a man as I imagine the son of Lucius Domitius to be.

Eurybiades, take off that fellow's bands; he is not worth one stroke of the sword." "The captain will not spare the knave!" remonstrated the sanguinary lieutenant.
"What I have said, I have said," retorted the other; then, when Phaon's arms hung free, "See, on the strength of our fellowship in our both being Greeks, I have set you at large!" Phaon again sank to his knees to proffer thanks.
"Hold!" cried Demetrius, with a menacing gesture.

"Don't waste your gratitude.

Greek you pretend to be, more the shame! Such as you it is that have brought Hellas under the heel of the oppressor; such as you have made the word of a Hellene almost valueless in the Roman courts, so that juries have to be warned to consider us all liars; such as you have dragged down into the pit many an honest man; ay, myself too!" Phaon left off his thanks and began again to supplicate.
"Stop whining, hound!" roared Demetrius; "haven't I said you are free?
Free, but on one condition!" "Anything, anything, my lord," professed the freedman, "money, service--" "On this condition," and a broad, wicked smile over-spread the face of the pirate, "that you quit this ship instantly!" "Gladly, gladly, merciful sir!" commenced Phaon again; "where is the boat ?" "Wretch!" shouted the other, "what did I say about a boat?
Depart--depart into the sea! Swim ashore, if the load on your legs be not too heavy.

Seize him and see that he sinks,"-- this last to Eurybiades and the seamen.
Phaon's terror choked his utterance; he turned livid with mortal fright.