"How excellently well met.

_Heus!_ Phaon, bring your boatmen, quick! Not an instant to lose!" "Pity! mercy!" gasped Cornelia, "I will do anything for you, but spare him;" and she made as if to fall on her knees before Ahenobarbus.
"Girl!" Drusus had never spoken in that way to her before; his tones were cold as ice.

"Go into the house! Your place is not here.

If Lucius Ahenobarbus intends to murder me--" The boatmen and two or three other slaves that were always at Ahenobarbus's heels were crowding up on to the terrace ready to do their master's bidding.
"Throw me that fellow over the balcony," ordered Lucius, his sense of triumph and opportunity mastering every fear that Flaccus would execute his threat of prosecution.

"See that he does not float!" Cornelia found her voice.