But, at Rome, no supper is complete without them.' 'The poor Britons! There is some good in them after all,' said Sallust.
'They produce an oyster.' 'I wish they would produce us a gladiator,' said the aedile, whose provident mind was musing over the wants of the amphitheatre.
'By Pallas!' cried Glaucus, as his favorite slave crowned his streaming locks with a new chaplet, 'I love these wild spectacles well enough when beast fights beast; but when a man, one with bones and blood like ours, is coldly put on the arena, and torn limb from limb, the interest is too horrid: I sicken--I gasp for breath--I long to rush and defend him.

The yells of the populace seem to me more dire than the voices of the Furies chasing Orestes.

I rejoice that there is so little chance of that bloody exhibition for our next show!' The aedile shrugged his shoulders.

The young Sallust, who was thought the best-natured man in Pompeii, stared in surprise.

The graceful Lepidus, who rarely spoke for fear of disturbing his features, ejaculated 'Hercle!' The parasite Clodius muttered 'AEdepol!' and the sixth banqueter, who was the umbra of Clodius, and whose duty it was to echo his richer friend, when he could not praise him--the parasite of a parasite--muttered also 'AEdepol!' 'Well, you Italians are used to these spectacles; we Greeks are more merciful.