"He had come out of the Basilica Julia, and I am sure he had been over-drinking.

I cried 'Help!' and quickly a man came and stood between us; and oh! young sir, as I live, it was our great father Augustus, and Antipater knelt before him.
"'Young man,' said the father--and his eyes shone--'rise and look yonder.

Do you see the citadel?
Under its marble floor there is a grave.

It is that of one who kissed a vestal and was buried alive.
There are sacred people in Rome, and among them is this daughter of my beloved Publius.

Go you to your palace, son of Herod, and, hereafter, forget not that you are in Rome.' "He was angry, and I, so frightened! Then he took me home and said he would be my father, and that in good time he would choose a husband for me." "The gods grant that he choose me." "The gods forbid it, son of Varro." "And why ?" Slowly and with assumed severity she spoke.
"Because--I--do--not--love--you." "Cruel one!" said he, turning and biting his lips.