"That, with me, you have not even the right of an enemy. You are a
deadly serpent, born to creep and hide. Shame upon you--murderer! If
there be many like you, what--God tell me!--what shall be the fate of
Rome?"
Vergilius stepped away, and, lifting his hands, gave the other a look
of unspeakable scorn. Manius made no reply, but stood as still and
white as marble, with sword in hand.
"It was I who sat beside you that night," said the other, his voice
aglow with feeling. "When I heard you speak treason I cut off the end
of your girdle. But you left by some unguarded way and escaped the
fate of your fellows. You have not seen them since, and shall not.
When you see them die in the arena think what you escaped, although
deserving it more than they. Vile serpent! you brought the king, and
hoped to send me also to Hades. You are a traitor, and that I know.
Traitor to friend and country! Dare to provoke me further and I shall
slay you!"
"What would you, son of Varro?" said the other, sullenly.
"Wretch! If you would save your life, hide as becomes the asp.
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