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I perceive in thee a jealousy of the political power of other nations, when they conflict with thine own. This, to the untutored mind of the vulgar, seems commendable, yet do I reprehend it, and say unto it, 'Apage, Sathanas! as the fruitfull seed of discord betwixt nations, and an impediment in the march of the Church.
But his Highness, who was talking Latin to the Deacon of Colberg, turned on the doctor with "Apage te asine!" and strode forward, whilst one of the nobles gave a free translation aloud for the benefit of the others, saying, "And that means: Begone, thou ass!"
On this he stepped close up to her and cried in great emotion: "She, she! Aye, she hath indeed cast her devil's tangle of gold about me to ensnare all that is vain and base in me; but she has no more room in my heart than those bees have. And if you if my good angel will but be mine again I will cry 'apage' I tear her toils asunder."
'Apage, Sathanas! murmured his reverence, pettishly, raising his plump, blue chin, and dropping his eyelids with a shake of the head, and waving the back of his fat, red hand gently towards the speaker. 'In that case, stay here, an' look your full, an' welcome, only don't make a noise; behave like a Christian, an' hould your tongue; but if you really hate fightin', as you say
Gae wa' wi' ye be off with you, apage, Sathanas, as a body may say I'm owre auld in the horn for sic nonsense non mihi tantas." "I tell you, major, she is the loveliest creature in Europe. Such a foot such shoulders such a walk by heavens! I'll shoot him as dead as Julius Caesar." "Who are you going to shoot? is't a woman in man's claes?" enquired the major, astonished.
Section 4. So he parted from Mr. Jones, and went home, to pass two of the most miserable days of his life. He had pronounced his "Apage, Satanas!" he had turned his back upon the kingdoms of the earth. And so presumably virtue being its own reward he should have been in a state of utter bliss.
Amelia fixed her burning eyes upon Pollnitz. "Apage, Satanas!" she whispered, with a weary smile. "You do me too much honor," said Pollnitz. "Unhappily I am not the devil, who is, without doubt, next to God, the most powerful ruler of this earth. I am convinced that three-fourths of our race belong to him.
"This Anselmus comes not over my threshold again," said Conrector Paulmann; "for I see very well that, with this obdurate madness of his, he robs the best people of their senses. The Registrator is now over with it too; I have hitherto kept safe; but the Devil, who knocked hard last night in our carousal, may get in at last and play his tricks with me. So Apage, Satanas! Off with thee, Anselmus!"
At each touch of the artist, this mummy-like and unearthly visage was brought out into sharper and more disgusting relief, when Contarini, no longer able to control his indignation, dashed the charcoal from his pupil's hand. "Apage, Satanas!" he shouted, "thy talent hath a devil in it. I see his very hoof-print in that horrible design."
On this he stepped close up to her and cried in great emotion: "She, she! Aye, she hath indeed cast her devil's tangle of gold about me to ensnare all that is vain and base in me; but she has no more room in my heart than those bees have. And if you if my good angel will but be mine again I will cry 'apage' I tear her toils asunder."
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