"You demanded horses, women, estates, magistracies, no doubt, and priesthoods! Why not?
Well, I will provide you with the estates, and such as you will never come out of! You shall be married to gibbets that are perfectly new! Your pay?
it shall be melted in your mouths in leaden ingots! and I will put you into good and very exalted positions among the clouds, so as to bring you close to the eagles!" The three long-haired and ragged Barbarians looked at him without understanding what he said.

Wounded in the knees, they had been seized by having ropes thrown over them, and the ends of the great chains on their hands trailed upon the pavement.

Hanno was indignant at their impassibility.
"On your knees! on your knees! jackals! dust! vermin! excrements! And they make no reply! Enough! be silent! Let them be flayed alive! No! presently!" He was breathing like a hippopotamus and rolling his eyes.

The perfumed oil overflowed beneath the mass of his body, and clinging to the scales on his skin, made it look pink in the light of the torches.
He resumed: "For four days we suffered greatly from the sun.

Some mules were lost in crossing the Macaras.