noon
or know you not that Volturcius is a prisoner , and our letters in the hands of the consul ? They will kill us ere noon . '' `` Then they must make haste , Caius . It is noon already . But , cheer thee up , be not so much afraid , my brave Cethegus -- they dare not slay us . '' `` Dare not ? '' `` For their own lives , they dare not ! ''