noon
I know not , for my part , what ails ye all . '' `` Are you mad ? 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 . ''