HELIOGABALUS
[Now grandly brave] Don't let it worry you, tender baby. It's the trade risk. If this stomach-ache of mine fetches me, or those quacks poison me with their pills, I'll be the first Roman Emperor to die in bed for two hundred years. [Amorously] But we don't want to think of such things, do we? It was worth risking my life to get rid of that theologian.
DACIA
[Coyly] I thought you—liked her.
HELIOGABALUS
Bah! I work so hard that sometimes my mind wanders. Then there is my stomach-ache. I thought she could cure it with that Christian magic of hers—that praying, and O Lording, and so on. But it didn't work.
DACIA
Poor dear! And now you have to go back to the awful banquet. [Yells from within]
HELIOGABALUS