Maxentius admitted him into his family, and he was to have taken ship with us, but we lost him at Ravenna.

Nevertheless he arrived safely.

We heard of him this morning.

Perpol! Instead of coming to the palace or going to the citadel, he dropped his baggage at the khan, and hath disappeared again." At the beginning of the speech Messala listened with polite indifference; as it proceeded, he became more attentive; at the conclusion, he took his hand from the dice-box, and called out, "Ho, my Caius! Dost thou hear ?" A youth at his elbow--his Myrtilus, or comrade, in the day's chariot practice--answered, much pleased with the attention, "Did I not, my Messala, I were not thy friend." "Dost thou remember the man who gave thee the fall to-day ?" "By the love-locks of Bacchus, have I not a bruised shoulder to help me keep it in mind ?" and he seconded the words with a shrug that submerged his ears.
"Well, be thou grateful to the Fates--I have found thy enemy.
Listen." Thereupon Messala turned to Drusus.
"Tell us more of him--perpol!--of him who is both Jew and Roman--by Phoebus, a combination to make a Centaur lovely! What garments cloth he affect, my Drusus ?" "Those of the Jews." "Hearest thou, Caius ?" said Messala.

"The fellow is young--one; he hath the visage of a Roman--two; he loveth best the garb of a Jew--three; and in the palaestrae fame and fortune come of arms to throw a horse or tilt a chariot, as the necessity may order--four.
And, Drusus, help thou my friend again.