Claudius and Antonia in “Zeus, by Jove!”

[in tears] Don't do it, please...!

My mind is made up. I don't want to stay here anymore. I was born into a world of people. It's become a kennel of mad dogs. I've seen my splendid son Germanicus murdered, and my grandsons, Drusus, Nero, Gemellus. My granddaughters are degenerate beyond redemption, and your sister Livilla died by my own hand. That was the worst. I should have died then myself.

Wait a while! Caligula's sick in his mind. Sooner or later...

No, Rome is sick, sick to its heart. He's just the rash it's come out in.