Hark, Malluch! Stop not in thy offer of sestertii.
Advance them to talents, if any there be who dare so high.

Five, ten, twenty talents; ay, fifty, so the wager be with Messala himself." "It is a mighty sum," said Malluch.

"I must have security." "So thou shalt.

Go to Simonides, and tell him I wish the matter arranged.

Tell him my heart is set on the ruin of my enemy, and that the opportunity hath such excellent promise that I choose such hazards.