I would lay my life, that we are all of us dead by to-morrow.

Pity that men haven't got more than one neck; if we'd two, I would not mind wagering a gold piece or two on the chance of our remaining alive." "Zopyrus is quite right," said Araspes; "we will make merry and keep our eyes open; who knows how soon they may be closed for ever ?" "No one need be sad who goes to his death as innocently as we do," said Gyges.

"Here, cup-bearer, fill my goblet!" "Ah! Bartja and Darius!" cried Zopyrus, seeing the two speaking in a low voice together, "there you are at your secrets again.

Come to us and pass the wine-cup.

By Mithras, I can truly say I never wished for death, but now I quite look forward to the black Azis, because he is going to take us all together.