

Gannicus: One day we shall face each other upon the sand, and have true decision.
Melitta: What would really happen? If you had to face each other, sine missione? No quarter given, no mercy shown?
Gannicus: I would give your husband a glorious death.
(Gannicus and Oenomaus laugh)
Melitta: You joke of killing a man you love. When someday you may be asked to.