Yes, sir; your slave in body, but not in soul! Ay, seize me--drag home the fugitive--scourge him--brand him--chain him in the mill, if you can; but even for that the free heart has a remedy.

If you will not let me live as a philosopher, you shall see me die like one!' 'Seize the fellow, my brethren!' cried Peter, while Arsenius, utterly unable to restrain either party, hid his face and wept.
'Wretches!' cried the boy; 'you shall never take me alive, while I have teeth or nails left.

Treat me as a brute beast, and I will defend myself as such!' 'Out of the way there, rascals! Place for the Prefect! What are you squabbling about here, you unmannerly monks ?' shouted peremptory voices from behind.

The crowd parted, and disclosed the apparitors of Orestes, who followed in his robes of office.
A sudden hope flashed before Philammon, and in an instant he had burst through the mob, and was clinging to the Prefect's chariot.
'I am a free-born Athenian, whom these monks wish to kidnap back into slavery! I claim your protection!' 'And you shall have it, right or wrong, my handsome fellow.

By Heaven, you are much too good-looking to be made a monk of! What do you mean, you villains, by attempting to kidnap free men?
Is it not enough for you to lock up every mad girl whom you can dupe, but you must--' 'His master is here present, your Excellency, who will swear to the purchase.' 'Or to anything else for the glory of God.