however perceived the approach of the enemy and,
half-dead with terror, attempted to arouse Antonius,
called him by name, heaved up his head, but all in
vain, while one whispered endearing words into his
ear, and another slapped him with some violence.
At last he recognised the voice and touch of each
and tried to embrace her who happened to be
nearest. Once wakened he could not sleep, but
was too drunk to keep awake, and so was bandied
to and fro between sleeping and waking in the
hands of his centurions and his paramours.” Could
you find anything more plausible in imagination, more
vehement in censure or more vivid in description?