(Butoli's assistant worries the games are too harsh) Let them object. The path to power runs through a river of blood, and only when the people are ready for blood are they truly ready for the peace I can bring them. There will be one victor, one people, one peace. I will not be denied this time.

(deep in the catacombs, alone, he stands before a tiled fresco, the silent image of a beautiful woman being carried by mourners. He touches her face, and speaks to her, as to a long-lost lover) It is time, my light, my life, my love. He is here at last. He who took you from me. Time now ... for justice.

(Petrus has been told Penny is dead) Ah. Dominic. He loves to bend the truth a little. But I find him useful. Your friend is not dead. I am no barbarian. I have only buried her alive, according to the ritual of the vestal virgin. I can unbury her and return her to you at any time. Why would I throw away the one small coin with which I could buy your allegiance?