I will take the reins.

Do you, Drusus, come and direct me." "Oh! domine!" entreated Antiochus, "don't imperil yourself to-night! I'm sure some calamity impends before dawn.

I consulted a soothsayer before setting out, and the dove which he examined had no heart--a certain sign of evil." "Rascal!" retorted his patron, "the omens will be more favourable when I please.

A beast wants a heart--no very great prodigy! men lose theirs very often, and think it slight disgrace.

Change your seat, sirrah!" Caesar took the reins, smote the mules, and went off at so furious a pace that the worthy Antiochus was soon busy invoking first one, then another, member of the pantheon, to avert disaster.