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"The captain will not spare the knave!" remonstrated the sanguinary lieutenant. "What I have said, I have said," retorted the other; then, when Phaon's arms hung free, "See, on the strength of our fellowship in our both being Greeks, I have set you at large!" Phaon again sank to his knees to proffer thanks. "Hold!" cried Demetrius, with a menacing gesture. "Don't waste your gratitude.
He had good reason to be angry, for the priest had not thought it fit for a sacrifice to the goddess, it was so poor in fat and full of bad marks. Alas, and Jason had no second pig, and was so eager to win the goddess to Phaon's cause. As soon as he saw Semestre's offering, he had hurried home to anticipate her with his own, and first win the goddess's heart for his young master.
So long as Flaccus had the affidavits of Phaon's confession and the depositions of the captured gladiators stored away in his strong-box, neither Lucius Ahenobarbus nor the ever versatile Pratinas would be likely to risk a new conspiracy especially as their intended victim had carefully drawn up a will leaving the bulk of his property to Titus Mamercus and Æmilia.
"I will I will! When did I " shrieked the house-keeper. "Didn't you," interrupted Jason, raising his voice "didn't you vow this morning that you would prepare Phaon's wedding-feast with your own hands as soon as you yourself offered a sacrifice to the Cyprian goddess to induce her to unite their hearts?" "And I'll stick to it, so surely as the gracious goddess "
He wants her for Phaon's wife; but I think Phaon was created for Xanthe and Xanthe for him. There's nothing lacking, except to have Hymen " "To have Hymen unite them," interrupted Semestre. "There's no hurry about heiresses; they don't let themselves be plucked like blackberries.
Leaning on Phaon's strong shoulder he joyously went out of the house, greeted his handsome young nephew as well as his brother, and said: "Let Phaon live with Xanthe in my house, which will soon be his own, for I am feeble and need help." "With all my heart," cried Protarch, "and it will be well on every account, for, for well, it must come out, for I, foolish graybeard "
"I will I will! When did I " shrieked the house-keeper. "Didn't you," interrupted Jason, raising his voice "didn't you vow this morning that you would prepare Phaon's wedding-feast with your own hands as soon as you yourself offered a sacrifice to the Cyprian goddess to induce her to unite their hearts?" "And I'll stick to it, so surely as the gracious goddess "
Phaon counsels Nero to kill himself. Nero is condemned by the Senate. The daggers. Armed men come to arrest Nero at Phaon's home. The soldiers attempt to save Nero. He dies. Galba's march to Rome. Seventy-three. The successor of Nero in the line of Roman emperors, was Galba.
"Then you'll be in the right place," cried Jason, "but you're not yet turning it for Leonax's wedding-feast." "And I promise you I'll prepare the roast for Phaon's," retorted Semestre, "but not until the sacrifice of an animal I'm fattening myself induces the foam-born goddess to kindle in Xanthe's heart sweet love for Leonax." "Xanthe, Xanthe!" called Semestre, a short time after. "Xanthe!
At last he begged them to burn his body. "What an artist is perishing!" repeated he, as if in amazement. Meanwhile Phaon's messenger arrived with the announcement that the Senate had issued the sentence that the "parricide" was to be punished according to ancient custom. "What is the ancient custom?" asked Nero, with whitened lips.
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