If you survive the contest, you perish in the first hour of victory.

They detest you for your moderation; they are eager for blood and plunder.

I have risked my life to bring you this warning; but that is of little moment.
Farewell!--Be happy." Caesar stopped her.

"Do you fly from my thanks, dear Zoe ?" "I wish not for your thanks, but for your safety;--I desire not to defraud Valeria or Servilia of one caress, extorted from gratitude or pity.

Be my feelings what they may, I have learnt in a fearful school to endure and to suppress them.