My brother hates me, and I fear him.

When he is king, what, think you, would happen to the husband of Salome, and what to her?
I should have to train my tongue to praise him and my knees to bend.

I should need to bow my head for fear of losing it.

Know you not of Alexander and Aristobulus and the dear, beloved Mariamne--how they died?
You--poor fool!--you would be lucky if he made you master of the stables!" "But he has promised--" "Promised! If you care to live a day after he is king remind him not of his promises." "Think you Antipater would dare to take my life?
I am an officer of Augustus." "Oh, beautiful boy!" she laughed.

"He would be no toy of Caesar.