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"Lucan might take my place." "Bronzebeard hates Lucan, and in his soul has written down death for the poet. "By Castor!" said Petronius, "that may be. But I might have still another way for a quick return to favor." "What?" "To repeat to Bronzebeard what thou hast told me just now." "I have said nothing!" cried Scevinus, with alarm. Petronius placed his hand upon the Senator's shoulder.
"Well, though she is a Christian, it may turn out that she has more judgment than thou; and it will certainly, unless she wishes thy ruin." Vinicius shrugged his shoulders. "She saved me from the hands of Ursus." "Then hurry, for Bronzebeard will not postpone his departure. Sentences of death may be issued in Antium also." But Vinicius did not hear.
"By the cloud-scattering Zeus!" said Marcus Vinicius, "what a choice thou hast!" "I prefer choice to numbers," answered Petronius. "More beautiful bodies even Bronzebeard does not possess," said Vinicius, distending his nostrils. "Thou art my relative," answered Petronius, with a certain friendly indifference, "and I am neither so misanthropic as Barsus nor such a pedant as Aulus Plautius."
I am still needed not only as elegantiæ arbiter, but as a man without whose counsel and taste the expedition to Achæa might fail. More than once, however, I think that sooner or later it must end in opening my veins; and knowest thou what the question will be then with me? that Bronzebeard should not get my goblet, which thou knowest and admirest.
People in Rome will talk about this, that we removed Lygia as a hostage. While they are talking, she will remain in Cæsar's palace. Afterward she will be removed quietly to thy house, and that will be the end. Bronzebeard is a cowardly cur. He knows that his power is unlimited, and still he tries to give specious appearances to every act.
I must repeat this reasoning to our Bronzebeard, the monkey, since I consider that in dialectics I am the equal of Socrates. As to women, I agree that each has three or four souls, but none of them a reasoning one. Let Pomponia meditate with Seneca or Cornutus over the question of what their great Logos is.
I might smite my horse dead under me with a missed blow. And besides that, I must be near to my beasts. 'As you will, said the king. 'Three horses then, Sir Bronzebeard. The colonel departed, doubting sorely in his heart how to accoutre and lead from the barrack stables three horses, in the teeth of his revolted regiment. In the hall he met the housemaid. 'Can you lead a horse? he asked.
'Your Majesty's orders, sire, answered Sir Bronzebeard. The king smiled and turned to Curdie. 'And what was in yours, Curdie, for your first word was of battle? 'See, Your Majesty, answered Curdie; 'I have polished my mattock. If Your Majesty had not taken the command, I would have met the enemy at the head of my beasts, and died in comfort, or done better. 'Brave boy! said the king.
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