And thou, sweet goddess, dost not look down upon me as graciously as before; I fear thou art angry.

Yet think not"-- and she gave a low laugh--"that I pray for Caracalla because I care for him, or am in love with him.

No, no, no, no! my heart is wholly given to Diodoros, and not the smallest part of it to any other.

It is Caesar's misery alone that brings me hither.

Sooner would I kiss one of those serpents or a thorny hedgehog than him, the fratricide in the purple.