A little blood could give them had they seen
That Caesar's self was wounded. Down he pressed
Deep in his soul the anguish, and, with mien,
No longer bent on fight, submissive cried,
"Spare me, ye citizens; remove the war
Far hence: no weapons now can haste my death;
Draw from my breast the darts, but add no more.
Yet raise me up to place me in the camp
man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana
She pushed off into the deep and swam strongly through
Yea, lady, said the maiden. Then said the dame fiercely:
would have thee look to this at least; that I took thee
The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt
asked her of many matters concerning the house, and the
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