Quotes

Spartacus

Spartacus: There are many men in this place that I would see dead. You are not among them.
Varro: One day you may not have a choice.
Spartacus: There is always a choice.

Batiatus: You were *nothing* before me! I gave you the means to accept your fate!
Spartacus: And now you are destroyed by it.

Sibyl: [watching Spartacus fight in the makeshift arena] I have never laid eyes upon the games.
Gannicus: These are but dim reflection of the glory.
Sibyl: You speak as if heart yearns for such days.
Gannicus: To return to shackle and lash, no. To stand upon the sands again - to know clear purpose of who you are and what must be done... that is a thing that calls to all of my kind.

Gannicus: I have had my fill of words and tearful farewells. I desire blood and cries of our enemy.
Spartacus: Let us make it so.

Spartacus: [about Agron's injuries] You've broken words toward subject. You cannot fight.
Nasir: He has yet found a way - forged by loving hands.
Agron: Do not ask my own to remain idle in coming battle.
Spartacus: [sees Agron's mark of the brotherhood] I have born witness to the fall of many I have called brother. You are the last yet living; stood with me when Batiatus' ludus was laid to ruin. You honor me. I stand in gain with you at my side in final conflict.

Marcus Crassus: [talking about the reasons why they are fighting] As mine
[hands]
Marcus Crassus: are so moved toward the memory of my son. As yours toward wife no longer...
Spartacus: Do not think to place your loss on equal footing! Your son took up arms for the republic - the same one that saw my innocent wife torn from grasp, condemned to slavery and death.
Marcus Crassus: And now you would lead thousands to join her in futile attempt?
Spartacus: Whatever happens to my people, it happens because *we* choose for it. *We* decide our fates; not you, not the Romans, not even the gods.

Sibyl: There is no life absent your touch.
Gannicus: You once said to me that the gods had sent me to save you. You were mistaken; you were the one sent and I in need of saving.

Spartacus: Gannicus stands the only among us to win his freedom upon the sands.
Laeta: If free, why does he raise arms with the slaves against the republic?
Spartacus: He took up cause to honor a fallen brother - one that taught many of us the ways of battle, and the bond that joins all men and such with it.

Gannicus: I knew you'd lead these men to their deaths eventually. Is this the day you would do it?
Spartacus: They are but loyal. A quality you seem unfamiliar with.

Ilithyia: [about Licinia] If I didn't know better, I would say she was attempting to fuck one of your gladiators.
Lucretia: Ilithyia...
Ilithyia: Oh! She is, isn't she! What a little whore!

Licinia: What of you, Spartacus? Are you a blessing to us?
Spartacus: To some.
[looks to Ilithyia]
Spartacus: To others, a curse.
Ilithyia: The duality of his kind: admired as a gladiator; yet despised as a slave.

Spartacus: Sura and I often spoke of children. A family we were going to have now forever denied me. As I now deny Glaber of his!
Ilithyia: The child is yours!
Spartacus: You lie.
Ilithyia: Would then my tongue make false noise? It yet speaks bitter truth. Monthly blood ceased after you came to me in Batiatus' villa. Lucretia had promised Crixus - a cruel jest. Tis a memory that lingers, is it not? Of that night. Of you inside me.
Spartacus: Yes. As does memory of my hands around your throat.

Laeta: Gannicus seeks to best you.
Spartacus: [amused] Gladiators seek to best all. It's the only way to survive in the arena.

Lucretia: Try not to cut too deeply.
Ilithyia: [presses the knife to Spartacus' stomach] Legend does call for the blood of a *dead* gladiator...

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