He had sprung from his seat pale as death; his lips trembled and his fist was clenched.

Nitetis looked up at her lover imploringly, but he was afraid of meeting those wonderful, fascinating eyes, and turned his head away, saying in a hoarse voice: "Take the women back to their apartments, Boges.

I have seen enough of them--let us begin our drinking-bout--good-night, my mother; take care how you nourish vipers with your heart's blood.

Sleep well, Egyptian, and pray to the gods to give you a more equal power of dissembling your feelings.
To-morrow, my friends, we will go out hunting.

Here, cup-bearer, give me some wine! fill the large goblet, but taste it well--yes, well--for to-day I am afraid of poison; to-day for the first time.