Is there no difficulty can befall the country, yet males needs to cry for Pompey? as though Rome Had whelped no different healthy to do her carrier. —These varlets, those fooled lanistae, that experience knowledgeable slaves up To struggle their masters, shall to camp with me, And of the evils they've got triggered, partake. LENTULUS: i'm prepared. I’ll kill my Thracian, even though he be a normal. BRACCHIUS: It concerns now not how quickly i'm knock’d o’ the pinnacle. i haven't now a gladiator left. — The rogues have ruined me. CRASSUS: the place is thy son? This knave shall march too. have you ever introduced the girl, The spouse o’ the Thracian, the following to Rome? LENTULUS: i've got despatched for her. My son has long past into Campania. CRASSUS: What, to Campania? Now by means of Jupiter, This idiot will set me mad. LENTULUS: i do know now not that. He went with the band of younger volunteers, To the camp of Gellius,27 the consul. JOVIUS: Bravely performed. That was once in reminiscence of our counselling. yet now for motion. should still the rebels Come close to your country-seat— CRASSUS: not more of that:The consul shall safeguard her. —Presently carry me six legions; which, being further to The consular troops and the knights volunteers, We’ll have appointed to this provider. Then There can be knocks sufficient, I promise you. See that those humans stick to, and all males Whose slaves have joined the rebels. it really is cause, The rogues may still kill no masters yet their very own. [Exeunt. ] SCENE 2: A undeniable in Campania, after the conflict. a few corses mendacity approximately. March of trumpets. [Enter, sumptuously armed, SPARTACUS, PHASARIUS, CRIXUS, ÆNOMAIIS, and attendants. ] SPARTACUS: So, we're victors, conquerors back. The hotbrained boasters, that during mockery inspiration To ape the offended Scythian, and subdue us With whips, rather than warlike tools, Lie hush’d and gory; and, regardless of the declare in their excessive honours and the Aristocracy, there is not any slave too base to tread upon them. There he’s a Consul. —I have identified that notice Fright males greater than the identify of lovely kings. Say to barbaric States, A Consul comes, A Roman Consul, and their guidance Of conflict or welcome, speaks a demigod. And but lies he at the opprobrious earth, A palmy Consul, by way of a slave’s hand slain, No nobler than his horse—a factor to Glut the starved hyena’s maw. 29 PHASARIUS: Ay—and there’s one other needs to lie beside him. SPARTACUS: communicate you of Gellius? PHASARIUS: Ay, marry. I’ll struggle now not anything below consuls. there's one other of them, and that i say, one other conflict and one other victory.