Ille, epistola perlecta, plus indignationis quam pavoris ostendit, proiectisque amiculo et litteris ante lectum: Rex, inquit, semper quidem spiritus meus ex te pependit, sed nunc vere arbitror sacro et venerabili ore trahi tuo, Crimen parricidii, quod mihi obiectum est, tua salus diluet; servatus a me vitam mihi dederis.
But Philip, when he had read the letter through, showed more indignation than fear, and throwing his cloak and the letter before the couch: My king, said he, the breath of my life has always depended upon you, but now, I verily believe that it is drawn by your sacred and revered lips. The accusation of murder with which I have been charged your recovery will refute; when saved by me you will have given me life.
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