We went directly to Baiae, where at first memories of the mother attacked us, and reproaches of conscience.

But dost thou know to what Ahenobarbus has gone already?
To this, that for him even the murder of his mother is a mere theme for verses, and a reason for buffoonish tragic scenes.
"Formerly he felt real reproaches only in so far as he was a coward; now, when he is convinced that the earth is under his feet as before, and that no god is taking vengeance, he feigns them only to move people by his fate.

He springs up at night sometimes declaring that the Furies are hunting him; he rouses us, looks around, assumes the posture of an actor playing the role of Orestes, and the posture of a bad actor too; he declaims Greek verses, and looks to see if we are admiring him.

We admire him apparently; and instead of saying to him, Go to sleep, thou buffoon! we bring ourselves also to the tone of tragedy, and protect the great artist from the Furies.

By Castor! this news at least must have reached thee, that he has appeared in public at Naples.