I believe that there are gods, and they punish the shedders of innocent blood.

And much good Roman blood has been shed since you had your way, and drove Caesar into open enmity!" "Of course," interposed Domitius, his face a little flushed with suppressed anger, "it is a painful thing to take the lives of fellow-countrymen; but consider the price that patriots must pay for liberty." "Price paid for liberty," snorted Pompeius, in rising disgust, "_phui!_ Let us at least be honest, gentlemen! It is very easy to cry out on tyrants when our ambition has been disappointed.

But I am wasting words.

Only this let me say.

When, to-morrow, we have slain or captured our enemy, it will be _I_ that determine the future policy of the state, and not _you_! I will prove myself indeed the Magnus! I will be a tool no longer." The three consulars stared at each other, at loss for words.
"Time wastes, gentlemen," said Pompeius.