She handed him the cloth that lay on the table for him to wipe his streaming forehead.

She then brought him drink, and after Caracalla had sat up refreshed, and felt that the pain, which, after a sharp attack, lasted sometimes for days, had now already left him, he said, quite gently, mindful of her sign: "How much better I feel already; and for this I thank you, Roxana; yes, you know.

I like to feel like Alexander, but usually--It is certainly a pleasant thing to be ruler of the universe, for if we wish to punish or reward, no one can limit us.

You, child, shall learn that it is Caesar whom you have laid under such obligations.

Ask what you will, and I will grant it you." She whispered eagerly to him: "Release my father and brother." "Always the same thing," answered Caracalla, peevishly.