He was in a worse plight than Vergilius, now standing in the leopard's cage.
"A most inhospitable prince," the bland emperor repeated, smiling with amusement.

"You are in a hurry ?" "I am ill." The emperor stood smiling as Antipater glided away.
"Run, you knave!" said the former to himself, with a chuckle of satisfaction.

"Upon my soul! the Jew has already set his snare." Then the gentle and cunning man, Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus Augustus, made his way to the entrance where lecticarii were waiting with his litter.
"Can you hear the sound of running feet ?" he inquired of the lady who sat beside him as they went away.
"Yes.

What means it ?" He turned with a smile and a movement of his hand.

Then he answered calmly: "Death is chasing a man through the garden yonder." While Antipater was running towards the lion-house, that small tragedy of the arena was near its end.
The lights are burning low.