“It is Aphrodisia who has taken it! Bitch! Bitch! Filthy thief!”
Their hatred of the favourite sister was reinforced by their fear for themselves.
Aretias gave her a kick in the breast.
“Where is it?” asked Bacchis. “Where have you put it?”
“She has given it to her lover.”
“Who is he?”
“An Opian sailor.”
“Where is his ship?”
“It sailed this evening for Rome. You will never see your mirror again. Let us crucify the bitch, the bloody animal!”
“Ah! Gods! Gods!” sobbed Bacchis.