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“Have I not said it?” “Dare you die for her?” “I made the choice once with Leonidas.” “Dare you do a thing which, if it slip, may give you into the hands of the Barbarians to be torn by wild horses or of the Greeks to be crucified?” “But it shall not slip!” “Euge! that is a noble answer. Now let us come.” “Whither?” “To Eurybiades’s flag-ship. Then I can know whether you must risk the deed.”
This last tribute to his polemical powers completed James's happiness, which the triumph of exhibiting his erudition had already raised to a considerable height. He rubbed his hands, snapped his fingers, fidgeted, chuckled, exclaimed "Euge! Belle! Optime!" and turning to the Bishops of Exeter and Oxford, who stood behind him, he said.
They will find and force entrance into human hearts, whatever the 'angle of incidence' may be; that is to say, whether, for the degraded and in human Blockheadism we, so-called 'men, have mostly now become, you come in upon them at the broadside, at the top, or even at the bottom. Euge, Euge! Yours ever, "T. Carlyle." Others, like Sir Arthur Helps, joined in this encouragement.
We are as much slaves as the poor creatures down in the royal quarries; only we demand the right to riot and give nicknames. We called the last Ptolemæus, Auletes "the Piper," because in that way we have punished him in all history for the way he oppressed us. Euge! Have we not a wonderful city!" It was on the very next day that Cleopatra was recalled to Cornelia's mind in a quite marked fashion.
There is I know not what natural sweetness in hearing one's self commended; but we are a great deal too fond of it: "Laudari metuam, neque enim mihi cornea fibra est Sed recti finemque extremumque esse recuso Euge tuum, et belle." I care not so much what I am in the opinions of others, as what I am in my own; I would be rich of myself, and not by borrowing.
"Euge! Unless my son Decimus, who is centurion with him, writes me false, he is a man!" But Cornelia was distressed of face. "Quintus," she said very gravely, "do you know that I have often heard that Cæsar is a wicked libertine, who wishes to make himself tyrant? What have you done?"
Quick strides took him to a chest. He dragged forth a sleeveless sailor’s cloak of hair-cloth. To fling this over Glaucon’s rent chiton took an instant, another instant to clap on the fugitive’s head a brimless red cap. “Euge!—you grow transformed. But that white face of yours is dangerous.
Carlyle wrote on June 30, 1862: "I have read, a month ago, your First in Fraser, and ever since have had a wish to say to it and you, Euge macte nova virtute. Erskine of Linlathen wrote to Carlyle, August 7th, 1862: "I am thankful for any unveiling of the so-called science of political economy, according to which, avowed selfishness is the Rule of the World.
And with a natural rebound of spirits, Agias's eyes glittered with expectation and excitement, his cheeks flushed, his form expanded to a manly height. "Euge! Well done, old friend!" he cried, with the merriment of intense excitement. "No matter if you say you were only able to hear a small part of what our dear fellow-Hellene, Pratinas, told Valeria. I have gathered enough to defeat the plotters.
"Euge! Euge! well done," shouted Catiline in ecstacy; "by Hercules! I never saw in all my life better skirmishing. It is all over with Titus Varus!"
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