“Eternal gods! the flames are breaking out too below the palace, by the King’s harbor. Where can the chariots be?”
“Take me with you.”
“No you must wake the Empress.”
“And Lucilla?”
“You women must stay where you are.”
“For my part I certainly will not. Caesar will be in no danger?”
“Hardly—the old stones cannot burn.”
“Only look! how splendid! the sky is one crimson tent. I entreat you, Verus, let me go with you.”
“No, no, pretty one. Men are wanted down there.”
“How unkind you are.”