You are a stranger here, master. What fine clothes you wear
We Britons have no such fine garb
I am slave to Consul Discvirus I wait on him hand and foot
I must go. You have a kind face
Take this statue. It is not much but it is all I can give you
I remember you! The man on the beach!
If you can get me out of here I will follow you anywhere
You are a very kind man.
Please accept this pwesent fwom my new boyfwend
I can't take back my gift to you.
Oh, I couldn't accept such a fine gift

This stockade is for Romans only. Begone, vagrant!
Do you mock the might of Rome? Begone, before I cut you to pieces
So! Trying to bribe me, eh? What crudely carved rubbish!
It's the galleys for you, Briton. You will go to Rome as a slave!
Habe bonam diem
Suppose you think you're clever getting your freedom from Caesar
Well, it doesn't wash with me. You're not coming in!
Ooh, what a lovely ring! That'll do nicely, come in!

I am Circusmaster Somnambulus. Caesar's bored. Entertain him
The lions are waiting, slave!
That's showbusiness, mate. Out you go!
We've got a right primadonna here. Don't be so soft - they're pussycats!
Trying to bribe me, eh?
I'll have a word with the lions about that

Gweetings swave. I am Caesar. I came, I saw, I liked your style
For your bwavery with the lions I gwant you your fweedom
You have welieved my boredom. As a weward, take this wing
Not good enough for you, eh? I'll show you something that is!
Somnambulus, take this wetch to the lions!
Since Cleo and I split up I have been beweft and bored
I need a girlfwend
What a lovely pwesent. See how my subjects wuv me!
And yet I cannot find a girlfwend. Thank you. Now, begone
Begone, you wascal!
Why, it's the bwave ex-swave! And who's this with you?
A pwesent? For me? Let me guess ... no, don't tell me ...
It's a girlfwend, isn't it! You shouldn't have ...
Come here, girl! If you'll be my girlfwend I'll give you a pwesent!
Go away, can't you see I'm busy?

YOU ARE PLACED BACK IN THE CIRCUS
WITH EVEN MORE VICIOUS LIONS THAN USUAL.

A CARNIVOROUS INCISOR PIERCES YOUR LEFT AORTA. JUST BEFORE YOUR LIFE JUICES EVAPORATE, YOU ARE TRANSPORTED BACK TO THE FAMILIAR SURROUNDINGS OF THE HISTORISAT.

