CALIGULA: Subject: death. Time: one minute.
(The poets write hastily on their tablets.)
OLD PATRICIAN: Who will be the jury?
CALIGULA: Me. Isn’t that sufficient?
OLD PATRICIAN: Oh, yes! Quite sufficient.
CHEREA: Are you going to participate in the competition, Caius?
CALIGULA: That’s unnecessary. I created my composition on this subject a long time ago.
OLD PATRICIAN: (eagerly) Where can one obtain it?
CALIGULA: In my own way, I recite it every day.