Pollux held to his breast a tolerably large two-handled jar full of Mareotic wine, which he had hastily wreathed with branches of ivy.
A few minutes later the Emperor was reclining on a mattress that had been laid for him, and was making his way valiantly through the savory mess.

He was in the happiest humor; he called Antinous and his secretary, heaped abundant portions with his own hand on their plates, which he bade them hold out to him, declaring as he did so that it was to prevent their fishing the best of the sausages out of the cabbage for themselves.

He also spoke highly of the Mareotic wine.

When they came to opening the pasty the expression of his face changed; he frowned and asked the prefect in a suspicious tone, severely and sternly: "How came these people by such a pasty as this ?" "Where did you get it from ?" asked the prefect of the singer.
"From the banquet which the architect gave to the artists here," answered Euphorion.

"The bones were given to the Graces and this dish, which had not been touched, to me and my wife.