Then the girl looked up at him inquiringly, and began again: "And now you hope for a second Spartacus?
Or will you yourself lead a rebellion of the slaves?
You are the man for it, and I can be secret." "If it has to be, why not ?" he replied, and his eyes sparkled with a strange fire.

But seeing that she shrank from him, a smile passed over his countenance, and he added in a soothing tone: "Do not be alarmed, my child; what must come will come, without another Spartacus, or bloodshed, or turmoil.

And you, with your clear eyes and your kind heart, would you find it difficult to distinguish right from wrong, and to feel for the sorrows of others--?
Yes, perhaps! For what will not custom excuse and sanctify?
You can pity the bird which is shut into a cage too small for it, or the mule which breaks down under too heavy a load, and the cruelty which hurts them rouses your indignation.

But for the man whom a terrible fate has robbed of his freedom, often through the fault of another, whose soul endures even greater torments than his despised body, you have no better comfort than the advice which might indeed serve a philosopher, but which to him is bitter mockery: to bear his woes with patience.

He is only a slave, bought, or perhaps inherited.