And at the same time a fiend whispered in my ear: 'Destroy him, or he will kill you, and through him Rome will perish!' "Then I seized my sword.

In his odious, peevish voice he said something--I forget what nonsense--to me.

Then it appeared to me as if all the sheep and goats over which he had squandered his time were bleating at me.

The blood rushed to my head.

The room spun round me in a circle.