You strike a solid blow, against an ill-trained fool who taints the name of Gaul.
He may a fool. But he is one who is fit to train. Again!
You doubt that I am fully healed? Because I will show you otherwise!
Spartacus: Blood and Sand · Season 1
You strike a solid blow, against an ill-trained fool who taints the name of Gaul.
He may a fool. But he is one who is fit to train. Again!
You doubt that I am fully healed? Because I will show you otherwise!
Were Batiatus to seek reprisal for offenses he believes I have made, I would wish warning in advance.
I am a villain. But I'm not your villain. Seek another slave.
You over-reach, and here is the result.
Do not address me as you would a recruit.
Then do not act like one.
Words of import, from the mighty Spartacus. Bringer of rain, slayer of Theokoles. As if you stood against him on your own! Without my aid, you would have nothing. Not even your miserable life.
True. Yet here I stand, and there you sit.
You know shit, about being a champion. Of being a true brother. You're only playing at your own part. And one day the game will end.
Death comes to us all. Press me again, and you shall find yours.
You would kill a fellow Gaul, to save a man you hate?
I did not save Spartacus. I saved a brother, who shares the mark. You have earned a glorious death, and shall die at the hands of a gladiator.
You do not desire me?
I desire only sleep. And the absence of dreams.
[to Mira] Take your dress off. [Mira does so] Tits, ass and cunt. All appear to be without disease or deformity. Which tells me the fault is not in the flesh, but in the bitch.
Apologies, Domina.
Return to his cell tonight and I expect his cock in you. Or you'll find a sword in its place.
[to Mira] If you value your life, never awaken a gladiator.
Mira. How did your evening pass with our champion?
He made many demands of me.
Many demands, eh?! Our Thracian is ready to stud.
[to Naevia] You are my heart. I will never doubt the beating of it again.
When I put on the toga virilis, it was in this very room, surrounded by my father's champions. Even then I knew that one day my own titans would eclipse them all. None more so than Spartacus, the Bringer of Rain!
You honor me.
You stand above all others. Continue on this path, and we will have the world!
Aurelia tells me Sicilia is a island blessed by the Gods. You must visit us there when you gain freedom.
I no longer concern myself with thoughts beyond these walls.
And nor should you. A true champion dreams only of the arena.
And what does one dream of when he's no longer a champion?
Regaining the title from the thief who stole it from me.
It is a distance to travel- from a woman's mouth to the man's ears.
How can you keep besting a man so far above your station?
I sprung from my mother with sword in hand. The ways of battle are second nature, passed down from father to son.
I regret my own father never saw the advantage of military glory. Never saw the spoils that could be won, the patronage, the alliances forged had he taken up arms. He aspired to be no further than what he was. A simple lanista, far from Rome. You and I, however, we have fashioned wings, to raise us higher than the muck and mire of heritage. Higher than our fathers could never imagine.
There is no choice.
There is always a choice.
It is never an easy thing to see a friend once loved now absent breath.
He should yet walk. That foolish grin, and dreams of a life beyond these walls.
Every night breaks. And we must all wake.
I would the gods turn back the sun and set me in his place.
He fought with honor. As did you both.
His heart was stilled for a boy's amusement. Where is the honor in that?
Varro left this world a gladiator. And shall be remembered as such.
No. He will be remembered as a husband. A father. And a friend amongst enemies.
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