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.Asplendid victory! You deserve a triumph.""What a madman Clodius has become!"
"Intolerable.But come and sup with me on the Nones.You have no objection to meet the Consul?"Cicero? None at all.We need not talk politics.Our old dispute about Plato and Epicurus will furnish us with plenty of conversation.So reckon upon me, my dear Marcus, and farewell."Caesar and Zoe turned away.As soon as they were beyond hearing, she began in great agitation:--"Caesar, you are in danger.I know all.I overheard Catiline and Cethegus.You are engaged in a project which must lead to certain destruction.""My beautiful Zoe, I live only for glory and pleasure.For these I have never hesitated to hazard an existence which they alone render valuable to me.In the present case, I can assure you that our scheme presents the fairest hopes of success.""So much the worse.You do not know--you do not understand me.
I speak not of open peril, but of secret treachery.Catiline hates you;--Cethegus hates you;--your destruction is resolved.
