Subsequently my wife, this woman's half-sister, was taken ill with dysentery.

I also was taken ill with dysentery, but I still live to tell this story before you, O King, and your judges, though I know not for how long I live.

My wife died yesterday, and I buried her this morning.

I accuse the woman of having murdered her, either by witchcraft or by means of a medicine which she sprinkled on the food, or by both.

I have spoken." "Have you anything to say ?" asked the king of the prisoner.