If these our countrymen, looking for fortune, have not purses, by the Syrian Bacchus, I will see if they are not better blessed with stomachs! Haste thee!" Then he turned to Drusus, with a laugh heard throughout the apartment.
"Ha, ha, my friend! Be thou not offended because I levelled the Caesar in thee down to the denarii.

Thou seest I did but use the name to try these fine fledglings of our old Rome.

Come, my Drusus, come!" He took up the box again and rattled the dice merrily.

"Here, for what sum thou wilt, let us measure fortunes." The manner was frank, cordial, winsome.

Drusus melted in a moment.
"By the Nymphae, yes!" he said, laughing.