Charles Wells, Stories after Nature — Julia and Lysius (1891)
“ Now when Julia left the court, she beat with her hand upon her heart, and, collecting all her firmness, went into the garden and gathered berries, with which she dyed her face and neck; and tying her hair in knots, and clothing herself in ragged apparel like a wandering beggar, she made her way through the press in the court, just as Lysius was being carried away to prison; and, standing up before her father, she said, "Hold, you man of justice, truly blind; you know not what you do! What poor things, ye gods! are mortals in your eyes, if the gravest of us thus play with each other's lives. ”
