"You are in good company with that cutthroat," murmured Nabonidus. "I had suspected you for some time. That was why I caused that pallid court secretary to disappear. Before he died he told me many things, among others the name of the young nobleman who bribed him to filch state secrets, which the nobleman in turn sold to rival powers. Are you not ashamed of yourself, Murilo, you white-handed thief?"
"I have no more cause for shame than you (у меня не больше причин для стыда, чем у тебя), you vulture-hearted plunderer (ты, мародер с сердцем грифа)," answered Murilo promptly (быстро ответил Мурило). "You exploit a whole kingdom for your personal greed (ты эксплуатируешь целое королевство ради личной жадности =
cause [kɔ:z], future [ˈfju:ʧə], ruthless [ˈru:Ɵlɪs], trough [trɔf], honest [ˈɔnɪst]
"I have no more cause for shame than you, you vulture-hearted plunderer," answered Murilo promptly. "You exploit a whole kingdom for your personal greed; and, under the guise of disinterested statemanship, you swindle the king, beggar the rich, oppress the poor, and sacrifice the whole future of the nation for your ruthless ambition. You are no more than a fat hog with his snout in the trough. You are a greater thief than I am. This Cimmerian is the most honest man of the three of us, because he steals and murders openly."
"Well, then, we are all rogues together (ну, значит, мы все вместе негодяи)," agreed Nabonidus equably (согласился спокойно Набонидус). "And what now (и что теперь)? My life (моя жизнь)?"