The messenger’s name was Chlidon, who, going home in haste and bringing out his horse, asked for a bridle; but, his wife, not knowing where it was, and, when it could not be found, telling him she had lent it to a friend, first they began to chide, then to curse one another, and his wife wished the journey might prove ill to him and those that sent him; insomuch that Chlidon’s passion made him waste a great part of the day in this quarrelling, and then, looking on this chance as an omen, he laid aside all thoughts of his journey, and went away to some other business. So nearly had these great and glorious designs, even in their very birth, lost their opportunity.
Source:
Plutarch, John Dryden, and Arthur Hugh Clough. "Pelopidas." Plutarch's Lives. New York: Modern Library, 2001. 389-90. Print.
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