"May all the Gods confound me, if Caesar be not the deepest traitor, or the most miserable idiot, that ever intermeddled with a plot!"Zoe shuddered. She drew nearer to the window. She stood concealed from observation by the curtain of fine network which hung over the aperture, to exclude the annoying insects of the climate.
"And you too!" continued Cethegus, turning fiercely on his accomplice; "you to take his part against me!--you, who proposed the scheme yourself!""My dear Caius Cethegus, you will not understand me. I proposed the scheme; and I will join in executing it. But policy is as necessary to our plans as boldness. I did not wish to startle Caesar--to lose his co- operation--perhaps to send him off with an information against us to Cicero and Catulus. He was so indignant at your suggestion that all my dissimulation was scarcely sufficient to prevent a total rupture.""Indignant! The Gods confound him!--He prated about humanity, and generosity, and moderation. By Hercules, I have not heard such a lecture since I was with Xenochares at Rhodes.""Caesar is made up of inconsistencies. He has boundless ambition, unquestioned courage, admirable sagacity. Yet I have frequently observed in him a womanish weakness at the sight of pain. I remember that once one of his slaves was taken ill while carrying his litter. He alighted, put the fellow in his place and walked home in a fall of snow. I wonder that you could be so ill-advised as to talk to him of massacre, andpillage,andconflagration.Youmighthaveforeseenthatsuch propositions would disgust a man of his temper.""I do not know. I have not your self-command, Lucius. I hate such conspirators. What is the use of them? We must have blood --blood,-- hacking and tearing work--bloody work!""Do not grind your teeth, my dear Caius; and lay down the carving- knife. By Hercules, you have cut up all the stuffing of the couch.""No matter; we shall have couches enough soon,--and down to stuff them with,--and purple to cover them,--and pretty women to loll on them,--unless this fool, and such as he, spoil our plans.I had something else to say.The essenced fop wishes to seduce Zoe from me.""Impossible! You misconstrue the ordinary gallantries which he is in the habit of paying to every handsome face.""Curse on his ordinary gallantries, and his verses, and his compliments, and his sprigs of myrtle! If Caesar should dare--by Hercules, I will tear him to pieces in the middle of the Forum.""Trust his destruction to me. We must use his talents and influence-- thrust him upon every danger--make him our instrument while we are contending--our peace-offering to the Senate if we fail--our first victim if we succeed.""Hark! what noise was that?"
"Somebody in the terrace --lend me your dagger."Catiline rushed to the window. Zoe was standing in the shade. He stepped out. She darted into the room--passed like a flash of lightning by the startled Cethegus--flew down the stairs--through the court--through the vestibule--through the street. Steps, voices, lights, came fast and confusedly behind her; but with the speed of love and terror she gained upon her pursuers. She fled through the wilderness of unknown and dusky streets, till she found herself, breathless and exhausted, in the midst of a crowd of gallants, who, with chaplets on their heads and torches in their hands, were reeling from the portico of a stately mansion.
The foremost of the throng was a youth whose slender figure and beautiful countenance seemed hardly consistent with his sex. But the feminine delicacy of his features rendered more frightful the mingledsensuality and ferocity of their expression. The libertine audacity of his stare, and the grotesque foppery of his apparel, seemed to indicate at least a partial insanity. Flinging one arm round Zoe, and tearing away her veil with the other, he disclosed to the gaze of his thronging companions the regular features and large dark eyes which characterise Athenian beauty.
"Clodius has all the luck to-night," cried Ligarius.
"Not so, by Hercules," said Marcus Coelius; "the girl is fairly our common prize: we will fling dice for her. The Venus (Venus was the Roman term for the highest throw of the dice.) throw, as it ought to do, shall decide.""Let me go--let me go, for Heaven's sake," cried Zoe, struggling with Clodius.
"What a charming Greek accent she has! Come into the house, my little Athenian nightingale.""Oh! what will become of me? If you have mothers--if you have sisters"--"Clodius has a sister," muttered Ligarius, "or he is much belied." "By Heaven, she is weeping," said Clodius.
"If she were not evidently a Greek," said Coelius, "I should take her for a vestal virgin.""And if she were a vestal virgin," cried Clodius fiercely, "it should not deter me. This way;--no struggling--no screaming.""Struggling! screaming!" exclaimed a gay and commanding voice; "You are making very ungentle love, Clodius."The whole party started.Caesar had mingled with them unperceived. The sound of his voice thrilled through the very heart of Zoe. With a convulsive effort she burst from the grasp of her insolent admirer, flung herself at the feet of Caesar, and clasped his knees.The moon shone full on her agitated and imploring face: her lips moved; but she uttered no sound.He gazed at her for an instant--raised her--clasped her to his bosom."Fear nothing, my sweet Zoe."Then, with folded arms, and asmile of placid defiance, he placed himself between her and Clodius.
Clodius staggered forward, flushed with wine and rage, and uttering alternately a curse and a hiccup.
