"Arcturus! This play is so boring!" Callista whined, tugging on her older brother's sleeve. "Can we please go?" She was very bored, watching yet another reenactment of Antigone and she just wanted to go home now instead of sitting, bored stiff, through the next half of the play, which had absolutely no appeal for the vivacious sixteen-year old. The older man turned to her, annoyed. "Callista, go and palliate your hunger, and leave me alone! Here, I forgo to you a few denarius to buy yourself some victuals from the vendor down there." He waved her away, and she hurried off down the stairs, pocketing the several coins that her brother had given her. Suddenly she heard a man delivering a long harangue, and she groaned as she paused to look at the dirty beggar. "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it..." Callista rolled her eyes at the banal speech, and she hurried on to the vendor, already eyeing the delicious food on display.