Give me one great name, O Judah; I care not where you go to find it--to Rome, Egypt, the East, or here in Jerusalem--Pluto take me if it belong not to a man who wrought his fame out of the material furnished him by the present; holding nothing sacred that did not contribute to the end, scorning nothing that did! How was it with Herod?
How with the Maccabees?
How with the first and second Caesars?
Imitate them.
Begin now.

At hand see--Rome, as ready to help you as she was the Idumaean Antipater." The Jewish lad trembled with rage; and, as the garden gate was close by, he quickened his steps, eager to escape.
"O Rome, Rome!" he muttered.
"Be wise," continued Messala.

"Give up the follies of Moses and the traditions; see the situation as it is.

Dare look the Parcae in the face, and they will tell you, Rome is the world.

Ask them of Judea, and they will answer, She is what Rome wills." They were now at the gate.