human
Ah, Caius! you've lost your hundred sesterces. The Fates are against you to-day!
gpt
Curse the Fates! Did you see the fool who threw her the rose?
human
That great tall Titan of a fellow, with the yellow hair?
gpt
Yes. That's the Goth.
human
What! the gladiator who killed the lions?
gpt
The same who won his freedom this morning. See! the fool's wiping his eyes now. These Goths can fight like Hercules, but they whine like sick women when a girl is hurt. They think up in the North that women are to be worshipped like the immortal gods. I wish they'd make the great red-headed brute go down and kill that cursed tiger!