Then, turning to those of his captains who stood around him, he said: "Greet my soldiers from me.

I could not show myself to them yesterday.
I saw just now, with deep regret, how the rain has drenched them in this luxurious city.

I will no longer endure it.

The praetorians and the Macedonian legion shall be housed in quarters of which they will tell wonders for a long time to come.

I would rather see them sleeping in white wool and eating off silver than these vile traders.