human
One hundred sesterces that the tiger gets her first!
gpt
Two hundred on the panther!
human
Done, by the gods! Where are the lions?
gpt
Why, that cursed barbarian killed the last three this morning, one after another. The finest lions of the lot, too.
human
Who are you talking about?--that tall, dark Thracian?
gpt
No: he was killed the day before by the same gladiator that killed the lions. I mean that golden-haired giant--that Goth. Says he was chief in his own country, or something. He's killed everybody and everything pitted against him so far. And this morning they put him naked in the arena, with nothing but a mirmillo's shield, and a sword; and let the lions loose on him one after another. I bet a thousand sesterces on that little Numidian lion; but the rascal killed him as he sprang, with one sword-thrust, and I lost my thousand sesterces. By Hercules, that Goth is a match for a dozen lions!
human
Brave fellow, by all the gods! Did they give him the wooden sword?
gpt
Julius Cortonus says they did. I didn't stay to see the rest of the games, for I was too angry about my thousand sesterces.
human
Furies take that tiger!--I believe the brute's afraid of the girl!
gpt
Why, it is madness to throw such a fine-limbed girl as that to the lions! cries a Greek merchant, lately arrived in Rome.
human
Eyes and hair, by Zeus, like Venus Anadyomene. I could sell her for a fortune in a slave-market.
gpt
Aedepol! not in a Roman slave-market, you fool. Why, I've known Lucullus to throw better-looking girls than that into his fishpond, to fatten his lampreys with. May Cerberus swallow that cursed tiger!