‘I never saw you look so like your mother
In all my life’—
the exquisite lines ending,
... ‘The lie
Is most unfruitful then, that makes the flower—
The very flow’r our bed connubial grew
To prove its barrenness’——
or the sudden and impatient answer of Virginius to Numitorius, who asks if the slave will swear Virginia is her child—
‘To be sure she will! Is she not his slave?’
or again, the dignified reply to his brother, who reminds him it is time to hasten to the Forum,