"To your several commands! You have your orders." The Magnus spoke in a tone that admonished the three oligarchs to bow in silence and go out without a word.
"His excellency is a bit tempted to play the high tragedian to-night," sneered Domitius, recovering from his first consternation.

"He will think differently to-morrow.

But of all things, my good Lentulus (if it comes your way), see that Caesar is quietly killed--no matter what fashion; it will save us endless trouble." "_Mehercle!_" quoth the other, "do I need that advice?
And again remind me to-morrow of this.

We must arrange the dividing of the estate of that young reprobate, Quintus Drusus, who gave us some anxiety two years ago.

But I imagine that must be deferred until after the battle." And so they separated, and the two armies--scarce five miles apart--slept; and the stars watched over them.
III The sun was climbing out of the dark bank of clouds that pressed down upon the eastern horizon.