And then? What is number three?
POLORUS
Nervous dyspepsia.
HELIOGABALUS
[In a sepulchral voice, gradually working himself into a rage] And which one do you favour for the death-certificate?
POLORUS
[Horrified] Surely Your Majesty is joking!
HELIOGABALUS
[Now thoroughly enraged, he leaps down from the solium and proceeds toward POLORUS like a lion stalking a deer] Joking? Is a coroner's inquest a joke? Is an autopsy a joke? [He explodes with wrath and bawls for the guard] Out with the jackass! Shove him into tier two and fatten him for the leopards! Out with him!