Achil'las, commander of the forces, and Septim'ius, a Roman, who had formerly been a centurion in Pompey's army, undertook to carry the treacherous design into execution.

Attended by three or four more, they put off in a little bark, and rowed to Pompey's ship, that lay about a mile from the shore.
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Pompey now took leave of Corne'lia, repeating to her a verse of Soph'ocles, signifying, that "he who trusts his freedom to a tyrant, from that moment becomes a slave." He then gave his hand to Achil'las, and, with only two of his own attendants, stepped into the bark.

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The frantic Corne'lia hung over the side of the deck, weeping and exclaiming against his separation from her.

"Alas!" said she, "whither art thou going ?" He spoke; but she, unmoved at his commands, Thus loud exclaiming, stretch'd her eager hands; "Whither, inhuman! whither art thou gone?
Still must I weep our common griefs alone ?" ROWE'S LUCAN.
In wild astonishment she followed him with her eyes, and uttering to the winds her fruitless lamentations.
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