Tepas, who ruled his men with scourge and pilum, had made himself feared of all save the young Roman noble.

Appius halted, looking scornfully at the Jew.

Then he shouted: "A knave, upon my honor! 'Tis better to be drunk, for then one has hope of recovery.

You long-haired dog! Here is something would make you bay the moon.

Drink and howl.