There Augustus bought many gifts for the young man--new arms, a beautiful corselet, a girdle of the look of knitted gold--for the Roman wore a girdle in Judea--articles of apparel suited to the climate of the Far East.

The shop had filled with people, who tried to cover their curiosity by the purchase of trifles.
"This cloth would make a fine toga," said the shopkeeper.
The emperor surveyed it closely.
"Let me hold it up to the light and then you will see its texture," the other continued.
"You are a hard master," said Augustus.
"You would have us walk on the house-tops to show the fineness of our togas?
It is enough.

Let us pass, good people." A cheer, starting at the shop door, went to the far sides of the city.
It signified that the emperor was out among the people and in his best mood.
Their nomenclator cleared a way for them to the litter and they sat down again, facing each other, the emperor and the boy.
"If I had your riches," the great man remarked, as they went on, "I wonder what I should do with them." "You jest with me, good father," said Vergilius.
"Nay, but I envy you; for have you not youth and love and the beauty of Apollo ?" He laid his hand upon the arm of the boy, and there was in his voice and manner a gentleness to make one regret that he lived not in a better time; for, perhaps, after all, he was what he had to be as the ruthless conqueror of a savage world.
"And I--what have I but burdens I dare not lay aside?
When I sleep, even, they press upon me.

I am weary--but if I should let them fall, what, think you, would happen ?" His keen eyes, seeing before them, possibly, the great down-rush to madness, pressed a glance into the very soul of the young man.

The latter started to reply, but with a look the emperor forbade him.
"Think, good youth--learn to think.