Theodoric's CurseUngrateful land, that has requited my nurturance with treason, the effeminate defiance of flabby men who flinch from the sword for the base safety of betrayal. You claim allegiance to the Emperor? Who knows better than I the chasm which gapes between Rome and Constantinople? Was it from the Greeks I bought your grain, or the stone for churches and temples? Was it from the East that titles flowed to adorn you bellies like baubles put on for procession? No. From thence issued heresies, and I, heretic myself, protected you from upheaval and degeneration, fostered tolerance and learning, fattening you on the last days of your prosperity, and sending my daughters abroad to purchase for your sons peace, and senility. Now, at the last, you would rise against me. So be it: but there will be no other, hereafter, to strengthen your crumbling walls, or make again a race worthy to be called Romans.