Creep away from them who would put their feet upon you.

Go live and die with the wild men of the far deserts." "Traitor to the gods!" said Manius, threatening with his sword.

"Roman Jew! I am of noble birth, and claim the right of combat." "I give it, though you have no better right than dogs.

Well, it would please my hand to slay you.

I know the name and father you have dishonored, and you are grandnephew of the good Lady Claudia--noble mother of Publius.