"By Pollux, this passes a jest.Caesar, how dare you insult me thus?" "A jest!I am as serious as a Jew on the Sabbath.Insult you; forsuch a pair of eyes I would insult the whole consular bench, or I should be as insensible as King Psammis's mummy.""Good Gods, Caesar!" said Marcus Coelius, interposing; "you cannot think it worth while to get into a brawl for a little Greek girl!""Why not? The Greek girls have used me as well as those of Rome. Besides, the whole reputation of my gallantry is at stake. Give up such a lovely woman to that drunken boy! My character would be gone for ever. No more perfumed tablets, full of vows and raptures. No more toying with fingers at the circus. No more evening walks along the Tiber. No more hiding in chests or jumping from windows. I, the favoured suitor of half the white stoles in Rome, could never again aspire above a freed- woman. You a man of gallantry, and think of such a thing! For shame, my dear Coelius! Do not let Clodia hear of it."While Caesar spoke he had been engaged in keeping Clodius at arm's- length. The rage of the frantic libertine increased as the struggle continued. "Stand back, as you value your life," he cried; "I will pass.""Not this way, sweet Clodius. I have too much regard for you to suffer you to make love at such disadvantage. You smell too much of Falernian at present. Would you stifle your mistress? By Hercules, you are fit to kiss nobody now, except old Piso, when he is tumbling home in the morning from the vintners."Clodius plunged his hand into his bosom and drew a little dagger, the faithful companion of many desperate adventures.
"Oh, Gods! he will be murdered!" cried Zoe.
The whole throng of revellers was in agitation. The street fluctuated with torches and lifted hands. It was but for a moment. Caesar watched with a steady eye the descending hand of Clodius, arrested the blow, seized his antagonist by the throat, and flung him against one of the pillars of the portico with such violence, that he rolled, stunned and senseless, on the ground.
"He is killed," cried several voices.
"Fair self-defence, by Hercules!" said Marcus Coelius."Bear witness,you all saw him draw his dagger."
He is not dead--he breathes," said Ligarius. " Carry him into the house; he is dreadfully bruised."The rest of the party retired with Clodius.Coelius turned to Caesar. "By all the Gods, Caius! you have won your lady fairly.A splendidvictory!You deserve a triumph."
"What a madman Clodius has become!"
