Volume Ii Part 17 (1/2)
Rebellious subjects; Enemies of peace.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
It was already daylight, when the loud clang and clatter of a squadron pa.s.sing along the streets, at a sharp trot, aroused the citizens of Rome from their beds, for though the morning had broke, it was still very early.
Many a lattice was opened, and many a head thrust out, as the troopers swept along with all their accoutrements jingling and clas.h.i.+ng through the early silence, a spectacle which in ordinary times, would have excited much astonishment, perhaps aroused a tumult, since it was in direct opposition to the laws, that armed soldiers should enter the city walls in time of peace.
But so much had the public mind been disturbed of late, that the sight, which a month before would have filled the streets with anxious or angry mult.i.tudes, now hardly seemed to merit a second glance, and the spectators hurried back to their couches, invoking the aid of the good Consul, who watched so well over the liberties and lives of Rome, or muttering curses on his head, according as they were well or ill-afflicted toward the state.
One man there was, however, who was awakened by the clatter from the deep sleep of drunkenness, with a flushed face and an aching head, in a house on the Clivus Scauri, a steep street running down the southern slope of the Palatine, into the Cerolian Place, and overlooking the mansion of Cicero.
Starting up from his low couch, he called out sharply and with a querulous accent to a freedman, who was watching his feverish slumbers, desiring him to look out and see what made that clatter.
The man pa.s.sed quickly into an adjoining room which commanded a view of the street, and returned instantly, saying,
”It is a squadron of horse, Caeparius. Young Arvina's, I think; and they appear to be conducting a prisoner, for there is one man among them, in his tunic and abolla only, while the troopers around him have their swords drawn.”
Sobered at once, the conspirator leaped from his couch, and almost overthrew the attendant, in his eagerness to reach the window in time to observe the troopers.
They were just halting in the Cerolian place, when he saw them, and dismounting, chargers and men in a confused and dusty group before the door of Cicero.
He gazed, as if his eyes would burst from their sockets, if possibly he might distinguish the wearer of the rich blue riding cloak, of which he could catch glimpses among the glittering corslets and scarlet ca.s.socks of the legionary horse. But for a while he gazed in vain.
At length two figures mounted the marble steps, leading to the Tuscan colonnade, and were thus brought clearly into view, above the crested casques of the soldiery.
One, a tall well-made figure, splendidly accoutred in the cavalry armor of the day, he recognized at once for Arvina, and in the stouter person, clad in the blue abolla, the color of which he had already connected with one whom he knew-his worst fears all realized-he discovered the messenger of treason, t.i.tus Volturcius of Crotona.
”By the G.o.ds! all is lost,” he muttered, striking his hand violently on his thigh. ”Escape alone, is left to us. Ha!” he continued, addressing his freedman, ”I will arise, and go forth speedily. Give me my tunic. So-never mind the feminalia; there, clasp my sandals! Death and furies! how slow thou art, now my dagger, and my toga. Hark, now. I go to the house of Lentulus. See thou, and have my chariot harnessed for a journey, with the four Thracian steeds; put into it my armor, a sword, casque and buckler for thyself; and all the gold which is locked in the great chest in the Atrium. Here is the key. Tarry not for thy life, and bring the car thyself to the arch of Fabius Allobrox; wait there until I come to thee. I will be there within the hour.”
”It shall be done, Caeparius.”
”See that it _be_ done, if thou wouldst scape the scourge!” and with the word he rushed out of the chamber, as if the avenger of blood were at his heels.
But the freedman looked after him, with a bitter and scornful smile, and muttered-
”The scourge!-the scourge! and I a freedman! This is another friend of the people. His villanies, I fancy, are near upon detection, and he would fly to join Catiline, but I will thwart him.”
In the meantime, quitting his own house in great trepidation, the conspirator walked very rapidly through the streets, until he reached the house of Lentulus, which was not far distant from the forum.
He was admitted instantly, and without question, for all the slaves knew him, as the intimate friend of their master; but at the bed room door, he was stopped by the favorite freedman of Lentulus, who urged that his lord had not retired till morning, and had desired that he should not be disturbed earlier than noon.
Caeparius, on the other hand insisted, raising his voice so loudly that the sleeper was awakened, and recognizing the accent of his friend, cried out peevishly-
”Oh! let him in, Agathon; let him in quickly, or he will talk thee deaf, and me frantic! What in the name of Proserpine and Pluto! is it now?”
”The plot is discovered! all is lost!” exclaimed the other, forgetting all prudence in the haste and terror of the moment.
”To the abyss of Tartarus with the plot, and thee also!” replied the other savagely. ”I hope it _is_ discovered, for I shall get some sleep then. I have had none these six months.”
And turning on his other side, he drew the embroidered coverlid over his head, and appeared to court the interrupted slumber.