Paterfamilias

Spartacus: Gods of the Arena

Episode 3

& Batiatus: I give you Oenomaus! No longer to hold that name! No longer a gladiator! Now and forever, to be revered as your Doctore!.. This has been wielded with pride by each before you, since the time of my grandfather. Bestowed only on the most loyal and honorable of men.
    Oenomaus: Your will. My hands.

& Melitta: There was no betrayal in what you did. Some acts cannot be avoided, when stripped of choice.

& Batiatus: At last, the gods remove cock from my fucking ass!

& Melitta: Your return lifts the heart, Dominus.
    Titus: Only for those who yet possess one.

& Cossutius: I shall have this one. She’s considerably tighter. ... Move on top of him. Do you know why I chose this man? So crudely etched?.. The smell of shit hot upon his breath?.. Because this world is filled with the grotesque. And the divine. They exist together, two sides of a coin. You cannot have one... Without threat of the other... Yet words do not convey the true nature of this. It must be experienced. It must be felt... And never forgotten.

& Varis: How does your dowry stand? I was under impression you were absent family of means.
    Lucretia: Gaia is a treasure within herself.
    Varis: One to be coveted. By a man untethered to the burden of position and appearance.

& Lucretia: You were well satisfied?
    Cossutius: Praise laid upon your house has not been exaggerated. It is a wonder.
    Varis: That such base diversion would be impossible to conceal in Rome.
    Lucretia: Capua is city of many pleasures.

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& Crixus: I am to fight?
    Auctus: You are to die.

& Gannicus: There are many things given to us in this life, for the wrong reasons. What we do with such blessings... that is the true test of a man.

& Oenomaus: Fight with honor. And if the gods will it... Die the same.

& Batiatus: You have shown great promise. In practice. In exhibition against Gannicus. Yet this is the arena. This is where men become gods. Legions with far greater training and skill than you have fallen upon this sacred ground. Many beneath Auctus’ spear. But I do not think that you will be one of them. You have the blood of a champion... Do you wish to behold such miracle come to pass?
    Crixus: It is all I desire.
    Batiatus: Then seize fucking glory. And see us both proven worthy.

& Titus: I give you Crixus! Murmillo! His opponent, a warrior unmatched in skill and honor. I give you Auctus! Hoplomachus!

& Crixus: I swear to be burned, chained, beaten, or die by the sword. In pursuit of honor in the arena.
    Batiatus: Welcome to the brotherhood.

& Batiatus: So... you remain here?
    Titus: Until breath flees wearied flesh, calling me to the afterlife.

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