Did you see her on her way to the Caesareum ?" replied the other.
"Alas! I did," said the first speaker, but he said no more perceiving, close behind him, a Roman lictor who bore over his left shoulder his fasces, a bundle of elmrods skilfully tied together, and who, with a wand in his right-hand and the assistance of his comrades, was endeavoring to part the crowd and make room for the chariot of his master, Titianus, the imperial prefect, which came slowly in the rear.
This high official had overheard the citizens' heedless words, and turning to the man who stood beside him, while with a light fling he threw the end of his toga into fresh folds, he said: "An extraordinary people! I cannot feel annoyed with them, and yet I would rather walk from here to Canopus on the edge of a knife than on that of an Alexandrian's tongue." "Did you hear what the stout man was saying about Verus ?" "The lictor wanted to take him up, but nothing is to be done with them by violence.

If they had to pay only a sesterce for every venomous word, I tell you Pontius, the city would be impoverished and our treasury would soon be fuller than that of Gyges at Sardis." "Let them keep their money," cried the other, the chief architect of the city, a man of about thirty years of age with highly-arched brows and eager piercing eyes; and grasping the roll he held in his hand with a strong grip, he continued: "They know how to work, and sweat is bitter.

While they are busy they help each other, in idleness they bite each other, like unbroken horses harnessed to the same pole.

The wolf is a fine brute, but if you break out his teeth he becomes a mangy hound." "You speak after my own heart," cried the prefect.

"But here we are, eternal gods! I never imagined anything so bad as this.