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'Young man, said Eumolpus, in a low voice, 'desist; I will wound thee slightly then lower thy arms; thou hast propitiated the editor and the mob thou wilt be honorably saved! 'And my father still enslaved! groaned Lydon to himself. 'No! death or his freedom.
Ha! that was a home thrust! well averted by Pollux! At him again, Lydon! they stop to breathe! What art thou muttering, old boy?" "Prayers!" answered Medon, with a more calm and hopeful mien than he had yet maintained. "Prayers! trifles! The time for gods to carry a man away in a cloud is gone now. Ha! Jupiter, what a blow! Thy side thy side! take care of thy side, Lydon!"
"Young man," said Eumolpus, in a low voice, "desist; I will wound thee slightly then lower thy arm; thou hast propitiated the editor and the mob thou wilt be honorably saved!" "And my father still enslaved!" groaned Lydon to himself. "No! death or his freedom."
Amongst these, the skill of two Roman gladiators, hired for the occasion, was the most admired; and next to them the most graceful combatant was Lydon.
"Four to one against Lydon!" said Clodius to Lepidus. "I would not take twenty to one! Why, Eumolpus is a very Achilles, and this poor fellow is but a tyro!" Eumolpus gazed hard on the face of Lydon: he smiled; yet the smile was followed by a slight and scarce audible sigh a touch of compassionate emotion, which custom conquered the moment the heart acknowledged it.
They fight first in the Greek fashion, with the cestus; afterward they put on armor, and try sword and shield." "He is a proper man, this Lydon; and the women, I am sure, are on his side." "So are not the experienced bettors: Clodius offers three to one against him."
"That shows how innocent you are, my dear Fulvia: the retiarius has generally the best of it." "But who is yon handsome gladiator, nearly naked is it not quite improper? By Venus! but his limbs are beautifully shaped!" "It is Lydon, a young untried man! he has the rashness to fight yon other gladiator similarly dressed, or rather undressed Tetraides.
Thou knowest best how far thou canst cope with him. If thou failest, thy doom is honorable death; if thou conquerest, out of my own purse I will double the stipulated prize. The people shouted applause. Lydon stood in the lists, he gazed around; high above he beheld the pale face, the straining eyes, of his father. He turned away irresolute for a moment.
Eumolpus had at first won their favor; but the gallantry of Lydon, and his well-timed allusion to the honor of the Pompeiian lanista, had afterward given the latter the preference in their eyes. "Holla, old fellow!" said Medon's neighbor to him. "Your son is hardly matched; but never fear, the editor will not permit him to be slain no, nor the people neither: he has behaved too bravely for that.
'That as it may be, answered Lydon, carelessly, as he pressed through the throng and quitted the den. 'I may as well take advantage of his shoulders, thought the prudent Sosia, hastening to follow him: 'the crowd always give way to a gladiator, so I will keep close behind, and come in for a share of his consequence.
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