Innocence Once Lost - Religious Classics Collection. Джон Мильтон

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      "Here, Messala!" cried a man behind him; "here am I, perishing in the mob, and begging a drachma to settle with the ragged ferryman. But, Pluto take me! these new ones have not so much as an obolus among them."

      The sally provoked a burst of laughter, under which the saloon rang and rang again. Messala alone kept his gravity.

      "Go, thou," he said to Cecilius, "to the chamber whence we came, and bid the servants bring the amphorae here, and the cups and goblets. If these our countrymen, looking for fortune, have not purses, by the Syrian Bacchus, I will see if they are not better blessed with stomachs! Haste thee!"

      Then he turned to Drusus, with a laugh heard throughout the apartment.

      "Ha, ha, my friend! Be thou not offended because I levelled the Caesar in thee down to the denarii. Thou seest I did but use the name to try these fine fledglings of our old Rome. Come, my Drusus, come!" He took up the box again and rattled the dice merrily. "Here, for what sum thou wilt, let us measure fortunes."

      The manner was frank, cordial, winsome. Drusus melted in a moment.

      "By the Nymphae, yes!" he said, laughing. "I will throw with thee, Messala--for a denarius."

      A very boyish person was looking over the table watching the scene. Suddenly Messala turned to him.

      "Who art thou?" he asked.

      The lad drew back.

      "Nay, by Castor! and his brother too! I meant not offence. It is a rule among men, in matters other than dice, to keep the record closest when the deal is least. 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. To thy question--I will make the throw and hold it against mischance. Thus--"

      He turned the box upon the table and held it firmly over the dice.

      And Drusus asked, "Did you ever see one Quintus Arrius?"

      "The duumvir?"

      "No--his son?"

      "I knew not he had a son."

      "Well, it is nothing," Drusus added, indifferently; "only, my Messala, Pollux was not more like Castor than Arrius is like thee."

      The remark had the effect of a signal: twenty voices took it up.

      "True, true! His eyes--his face," they cried.

      "What!" answered one, disgusted. "Messala is a Roman; Arrius is a Jew."

      "Thou sayest right," a third exclaimed. "He is a Jew, or Momus lent his mother the wrong mask."

      There was promise of a dispute; seeing which, Messala interposed. "The wine is not come, my Drusus; and, as thou seest, I have the freckled Pythias as they were dogs in leash. As to Arrius, I will accept thy opinion of him, so thou tell me more about him."

      "Well, be he Jew or Roman--and, by the great god Pan, I say it not in disrespect of thy feelings, my Messala!--this Arrius is handsome and brave and shrewd. The emperor offered him favor and patronage, which he refused. He came up through mystery, and keepeth distance as if he felt himself better or knew himself worse than the rest of us. In the palaestrae he was unmatched; he played with the blue-eyed giants from the Rhine and the hornless bulls of Sarmatia as they were willow wisps. The duumvir left him vastly rich. He has a passion for arms, and thinks of nothing but war. Maxentius СКАЧАТЬ