“But thou may’st say, thy princes have thee maked Minister of death; for if thou speak of mo’, Thou liest; for thy power is full naked.” “Do away 4582 thy boldness,” said Almachius tho, 4583 “And sacrifice to our gods, ere thou go. I reckë not what wrong that thou me proffer, For I can suffer it as a philosópher.

“But thosë wrongës may I not endure, That thou speak’st of our goddës here,” quoth he. Cecile answér’d, “O nicë 4584 creatúre, Thou saidest no word, since thou spake to me, That I knew not therewith thy nicety, 4585 And that thou wert in every manner wise 4586 A lewëd 4587 officer, a vain justíce.