He may be rather late in arriving, drives he ever so hard." "Hercules!" cried the agitated messenger.

"My horse is blown, and I don't know the road in the dark.

Send, I pray you--by all the gods--to Lanuvium this instant." "Aye," drawled the porter, "And wherefore at such an hour ?" "It's for life and death!" expostulated Agias.
The porter, who was a thick-set, powerful man, with a bristly black beard, and a low forehead crowned by a heavy shock of dark hair, at this instant thrust out a capacious paw, and seized Agias roughly by the wrist.
"Ha, ha, ha, young cut-throat! I wondered how long this would last on your part! Well, now I must take you to Falto, to get the beginning of your deserts." "Are you mad, fellow ?" bawled Agias, while the porter, grasping him by the one hand, and the dim lamp by the other, dragged him into the house.

"Do you know who I am?
or what my business is?
Do you want to have your master murdered ?" "_Perpol!_ Not in the least.

That's why I do as I do.