As it is, your days are numbered.
Upon that message you have sent him Caesar will act at once.

For my own part, I have no mind to fall a prey to the invader, and I shall leave Babbiano, and seek refuge in Naples.

And if a last word of advice I may offer you, it is that you do the same." Gian Maria rose and came down from the dais, eyeing her in a sort of dull amazement.

Then he looked, as if for help, to Alvari, to Santi, and lastly to Lodi, who had returned while Caterina was speaking.

But no word said any of them, and grave were the eyes of all.
"Poor-spirited are you all!" he sneered.