'Drown her also,' suggested one, with a hoarse laugh.
'Strangle her,' cried another.
'Carry her away to some remote country place, and then get money from her friends before we will tell them where she is,' said a third.
Cries of approval and many alternative suggestions arose from the mob.
Looking from one to the other, I could see no pity, no relenting anywhere, least of all in Sir Claudius. I spoke to him.
'I am a lady,' I said; 'where is your chivalry?'
The man had not any, but I thought it as well to cry out for what ought to have been there.
'You tried to save those witches,' he began.
'And you will try to save me, will you not?' I asked, looking at him, with the vain hope that I should see something which was not there.
'That I will not!' cried the churl.