I fear the worst." The brow of the solitary speaker grew darker.

"Poor Curio, poor Antonius; if they've dared to murder them, let them tremble.

I could forgive a mortal enemy to myself, but not one who had slaughtered a friend." [123] The ancient curtain (_aulaeum_) had its roller at the bottom.
There were steps in the court below, and voices were raised.

In an instant the general's eyes were kindled, his frame on a poise.

He sprang to the window, and shouted down the dark court.
"Curio! Do I hear you speaking ?" "_Salve!_ Caesar.