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"It is a pity it was so soon over there was little enough for one's trouble," said the widow Fulvia. "Yes I have no compassion for Berbix. Any one might have seen that Nobilior did but feint. Mark, they fix the fatal hook to the body they drag him away to the spoliarium they scatter new sand over the stage!
Berbix raised his buckler to shield himself, and his quick-eyed antagonist, suddenly lowering his weapon, pierced him through the breast. Berbix reeled and fell. 'Nobilior! Nobilior! shouted the populace. 'I have lost ten sestertia, said Clodius, between his teeth. 'Habet! he has it, said Pansa, deliberately.
Berbix raised his buckler to shield himself, and his quick-eyed antagonist, suddenly lowering his weapon, pierced him through the breast. Berbix reeled and fell. "Nobilior! Nobilior!" shouted the populace. "I have lost ten sestertia," said Clodius, between his teeth. "Habet!"
"The one is named Berbix: he has conquered twelve times. The other assumes the arrogant Nobilior. They are both Gauls." While thus conversing, the first formalities of the show were over. To these succeeded a feigned combat with wooden swords between the various gladiators matched against each other.
The buckler of Nobilior, quickly and skillfully extended, received a blow which otherwise would have been fatal. 'Well done, Nobilior! cried the praetor, giving the first vent to the popular excitement. 'Bravely struck, my Berbix! answered Clodius from his seat. And the wild murmur, swelled by many a shout, echoed from side to side.
The buckler of Nobilior, quickly and skillfully extended, received a blow which otherwise would have been fatal. "Well done, Nobilior!" cried the prætor, giving the first vent to the popular excitement. "Bravely struck, my Berbix!" answered Clodius from his seat. And the wild murmur, swelled by many a shout, echoed from side to side.
'It is a pity it was so soon over there was little enough for one's trouble, said the widow Fulvia. 'Yes I have no compassion for Berbix. Any one might have seen that Nobilior did but feint. Mark, they fix the fatal hook to the body they drag him away to the spoliarium they scatter new sand over the stage!
The buckler of Nobilior, quickly and skilfully extended, received a blow which otherwise would have been fatal. And the wild murmur, swelled by many a shout, echoed from side to side. Berbix raised his buckler to shield himself, and his quick-eyed antagonist, suddenly lowering his weapon, pierced him through the breast. Berbix reeled and fell. "Nobilior! Nobilior!" shouted the populace.
'Oh, beautiful! Who are these? asked the widow. 'The one is named Berbix he has conquered twelve times; the other assumes the arrogant name of Nobilior. They are both Gauls. While thus conversing, the first formalities of the show were over. To these succeeded a feigned combat with wooden swords between the various gladiators matched against each other.
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