"If it is amusement you desire, I can supply it as well as she.

Surely I have more blood in me.

If you wish only to feed the leopard--will I not make a better feast ?" A sound hushed them.

It was the slave-girl, singing as she came near: "Send, quickly send, the new king whose arrows shall fly as the lightning, Making the mighty afraid and the proud to bow low and the wicked to tremble.
Soon let me hear the great song that shall sound in the deep of the heavens; Show me the lantern of light hanging low in the deep of the heavens." She was fair to look upon as she came, led by the carnifex, her form, draped in soft, transparent linen, like that of a goddess in its outline, her face lighted even with that light of which she sang.
"The girl against a hundred denarii that you cannot live an hour in the arena with him," said Antipater, hotly.
"I accept the wager," Vergilius calmly answered, laying off his robe and seizing a lance.

He entered the arena and closed its gate behind him.