"Hanelle. Hanen perheelleen. Kaikille meidan vihollisillemme." Se oli vanhastaan Camillan mielipaikka. Du bist sehr kuhn, mein Feldherr! rief Lucius Licinius, entzuckt neben ihn springend. Cethegus leaned his head back against the marble moulding, and with his right hand grasped the drinking-cup which stood before him. "Come," whispered he, "come now." "Jos han osoittautuu kelvottomaksi, on meidan aika toimia." Gieb die Losung! sprach eine Stimme von innen. "That is true; but why do we remain barbarians? Whose fault is it but ours? Why do we not learn from the Italians?"