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A certain change in his voice attracted the mother's attention. A presentiment quickened the beating of her heart; the fan became motionless again. "The Messala!" she said. "What could he say to so trouble you?" "He is very much changed." "You mean he has come back a Roman." "Yes." "Roman!" she continued, half to herself. "To all the world the word means master. How long has he been away?"
Who the author was it is impossible to say, but though he had little genius he was a man of feeling and taste, and the six elegies are a pleasing relic of this active and yet melancholy time. The fourth book begins with a short epic on Messala, the work of a poetaster, extending over 200 lines.
The two horses reared, and drew the others round; the tilting of the pole tilted the chariot; Messala barely escaped a fall, while his complacent Myrtilus rolled back like a clod to the ground. Seeing the peril past, all the bystanders burst into derisive laughter. The matchless audacity of the Roman then manifested itself.
Messala then explains that in those latter days his days, that is under the rule of despotic princes, truly large subjects are not allowed to be discussed in public confessing, however, that those large subjects, though they afford fine opportunities to orators, are not beneficial to the State at large.
So, with a cunning partly due to Messala, the Roman, under color of punishing a brood of assassins, smoothed a path to confiscation of the estate of the Hurs, of which no portion ever reached the imperial coffers.
"The Messala is influential," said Simonides, thoughtfully. "Yes; but the next meeting will be in the Circus." "Well and then?" "The son of Arrius will win." "How know you?" Malluch smiled. "I am judging by what he says." "Is that all?" "No; there is a much better sign his spirit." "Ay; but, Malluch, his idea of vengeance what is its scope?
He had formed his style on that of Messala, but the gloomy bent of his mind led him to contract and obscure his meaning to such a degree that, unlike most Romans, he spoke better extempore than after preparation. In the art of perplexing by ambiguous phrases, of indicating intentions without committing himself to them, he was without a rival.
"Up the street; up to the Omphalus, and beyond who shall say how far? Rivers of people; never so many in the city before. They say we will see the whole world at the Circus to-morrow." Messala laughed scornfully. "The idiots! Perpol! They never beheld a Circensian with Caesar for editor. But, my Drusus, what found you?" "Nothing." "O ah! You forget," said Cecilius. "What?" asked Drusus.
And this one mistake was the ruin of their affairs, that Brutus did not come to the relief of Cassius, thinking that he, as well as himself, was conqueror; and that Cassius did not expect the relief of Brutus, thinking that he too was overcome. For as a proof that the victory was on Brutus's side, Messala urges his taking three eagles and many ensigns of the enemy without losing any of his own.
I have need of a clerk. Wilt thou serve me?" The young fellow drew his tablets ready to keep the score: the manner was irresistible. "Hold, Messala, hold!" cried Drusus. "I know not if it be ominous to stay the poised dice with a question; but one occurs to me, and I must ask it though Venus slap me with her girdle." "Nay, my Drusus, Venus with her girdle off is Venus in love.
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