Quintus Claudius: A Romance of Imperial Rome. Volume 2Eckstein, Ernst
History
Quintus Claudius: A Romance of Imperial Rome. Volume 2
Eckstein, Ernst
Rome -- History -- Flavians, 69-96 -- Fiction
[157] CAESAR ANGRILY SHOOK HIS HEAD. Usually the emperors had
endeavored to heed the publicly-expressed wishes of the
people. Only Domitian and a few others were an exception.
Thus Suetonius (_Dom._ 13) states that Domitian, when the
audience at the combats in honor of the Capitoline Jupiter,
asked for the reinstatement of Palfurius Sura, who had been
expelled from the senate and now crowned as orator, did not
even vouchsafe an answer, but through the mouth of the herald
unceremoniously ordered silence. The compliance with the
demands of the audience at the circus, who required the recall
of the empress, described in this story (note 148, Vol. I.)
does not contradict this trait of character, for there the
emperor was bound by an express promise.
[158] SOME VIOLENT MEASURES ON THE EMPEROR'S PART WERE ONLY TOO
PROBABLE. Dio Cassius, LXVII, 8, gives us a striking example
of such violence towards the spectators at public games.
A terrible storm arose during a brilliant performance in
the circus. The wind howled, the rain poured in torrents,
but no one ventured to leave the place, even for the short
time necessary to get a cloak. The emperor himself, on the
contrary, constantly changed his upper garment. “Many” writes
Dio Cassius, “took cold and died.”
[159] A FIGHT BETWEEN A LITTLE GIRL OF THIRTEEN AND A DWARF. See
note 177, Vol. I. Also Dio Cass., LXVII, 8.
[160] A MAGNIFICENT NAVAL FIGHT WAS PERFORMED. The sea-fights
(_naumachia_) took place either in basins and ponds, specially
dug for the purpose, or in the arena itself, which by means
of the high state of perfection attained by the Romans in the
science of hydraulics, could be flooded in a few moments.
CHAPTER XX.
Day was dying; the sun sank, blood-red, into the Tyrrhenian sea. The
Capitol and the arches of the Amphitheatre still glowed in fiery
purple, when the streets already lay in cool twilight. Then the last
glory died away from their topmost crests, and the blue darkness stole
up the walls; night enveloped the pleasure-loving crowd and their
martyred victims--at last the people seemed to have had their fill.
They poured out of the Amphitheatre like an overflowing stream, over
the Forum, through the Vicus Cyprius and the neighboring streets.
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