THE EMPEROR. (_enthusiastically, on the landing outside his box_) What does it mean? It means that you are the greatest man in Rome. It means that you shall have a laurel crown of gold. Superb fighter, I could almost yield you my throne. It is a record for my reign: I shall live in history. Once, in Domitian’s time, a Gaul slew three men in the arena and gained his freedom. But when before has one naked man slain six armed men of the bravest and best? The persecution shall cease: if Christians can fight like this, I shall have none but Christians to fight for me. (_To the Gladiators_) You are ordered to become Christians, you there: do you hear? RETIARIUS. It is all one to us, Caesar. Had I been there with my net, the story would have been different. THE CAPTAIN. (_suddenly seizing Lavinia by the wrist and dragging her up the steps to the Emperor_) Caesar this woman is the sister of Ferrovius. If she is thrown to the lions he will fret. He will lose weight; get out of condition. THE EMPEROR. The lions? Nonsense! (_To Lavinia_) Madam: I am proud to have the honor of making your acquaintance. Your brother is the glory of Rome. LAVINIA. But my friends here. Must they die? THE EMPEROR. Die! Certainly not. There has never been the slightest idea of harming them. Ladies and gentlemen: you are all free. Pray go into the front of the house and enjoy the spectacle to which your brother has so splendidly contributed. Captain: oblige me by conducting them to the seats reserved for my personal friends. THE MENAGERIE KEEPER. Caesar: I must have one Christian for the lion. The people have been promised it; and they will tear the decorations to bits if they are disappointed. THE EMPEROR. True, true: we must have somebody for the new lion. FERROVIUS. Throw me to him. Let the apostate perish. THE EMPEROR. No, no: you would tear him in pieces, my friend; and we cannot afford to throw away lions as if they were mere slaves. But we must have somebody. This is really extremely awkward. THE MENAGERIE KEEPER. Why not that little Greek chap? He’s not a Christian: he’s a sorcerer. THE EMPEROR. The very thing: he will do very well. THE CALL BOY. (_issuing from the passage_) Number twelve. The Christian for the new lion. ANDROCLES. (_rising, and pulling himself sadly together_) Well, it was to be, after all. LAVINIA. I’ll go in his place, Caesar. Ask the Captain whether they do not like best to see a woman torn to pieces. He told me so yesterday. THE EMPEROR. There is something in that: there is certainly something in that—if only I could feel sure that your brother would not fret.