¹⁹ But he, welcoming death with honor rather than life with pollution, went up to the rack of his own accord,^(A)

²⁷ But, leaning close to him, she spoke in their native language as follows, deriding the cruel tyrant: “My son, have pity on me. I carried you nine months in my womb and nursed you for three years and have reared you and brought you up to this point in your life and have taken care of you.^(A)