“This is rank folly.”
“Mother, eject him!”
“I will not. I prithee, Domitian, when your dear father is proclaimed in Rome,—forget this girl’s folly, and remember only that I sheltered thee.”
“I will remember. I am not one to forget.”
“There is no escape,” sighed Domitia. “Whom the Gods will destroy—they pursue remorselessly. Well, be it so.—Stay then, coward! I am undone.”
“STAY THEN, COWARD.” Page 153.