At the exact moment when this leader was throwing crowds of helpless people to be crushed by exotic beasts, when he was staging battles between such mismatched creatures, when he was spilling so much blood in front of the Roman people — blood he would soon spill even more freely — he thought he ruled the entire world. But later, betrayed by the Alexandrians, he had to offer his throat to the knife of the lowest slave. Only then did he realize how hollow his title "The Great" really was.
at the moment at which he was casting so many troops of wretches to be trampled on by outlandish beasts, when he was proclaiming war between such different creatures, when he was shedding so much blood before the eyes of the Roman people, whose blood he himself was soon to shed even more freely, he thought himself the master of the whole world; yet he afterwards, deceived by the treachery of the Alexandrians, had to offer himself to the dagger of the vilest of slaves, and then at last discovered what an empty boast was his surname of "The Great."