“Quick, Policles, quick!” he cried. “My pony is tethered behind yonder grove. A grey he is, with red trappings. Get you gone as hard as hoof will bear you, for if you are taken you will have no easy death.”
“No easy death! What mean you, Metas? Who is the fellow?”
<span>“Great Jupiter! did you not know? Where have you lived? It is Nero the Emperor! Never would he pardon what you have said about his voice. Quick,
man, quick, or the guards will be at your heels!” - This was the
conversation of Policles and his friend, Metas of Corinth</span>
It’s passive in my view
Hope it helps
It conveys the speaker's feeling of powerlessness.
<span>The setting of this chapter is the laboratory where the cells are worked on</span>
