I will not rob them." "Virtuous man! No wonder that the legions love him who cannot withdraw one lot from a sale of thousands, even to please an only brother," soliloquised Domitian.
"If you wish for the maid," went on Titus, taking no heed of the insult, "the markets are open--buy her.

It is my last word." Suddenly Domitian grew angry, the false modesty left his face, his tall form straightened itself, and he stared round with his blear, evil-looking eyes.
"I appeal," he shouted, "I appeal from Caesar the Small to Caesar the Great, from the murderer of a brave barbarian tribe to the conqueror of the world.

O Caesar, Titus here declared that all he has is mine.

Yet when I ask him for the gift of one captive girl he refuses me.

Command, I pray you, that he should keep his word." Now the officers and the secretaries looked up, for of a sudden this small matter had become very important.