...ine that has proved my ruin? Oh, see, here he comes. Where the plague are you hurrying to, Labrax? For really I cannot follow you so fast. I only wish that you had perished by direful tornments in Sicily before I had looked upon you with my eyes, you on whose account this misfortune has befallen me. I only wish that on the day on which you admitted me into your house, I had laid me down in a prison ...