Batiatus:
I've more stripes on my back than a zebra. Every time I touch my wounds, they sing like larks. But in spite of that, I think I've found something that I never had before, with all my wealth.
Gracchus:
What is that?
Batiatus:
Don't laugh at me, but I believe it to be dignity.
Gracchus:
In Rome, dignity shortens life even more surely than disease. The gods must be saving you for some great enterprise.
Batiatus:
You think so? Anyone who believes I'll turn informer for nothing is a fool. I bore the whip without complaint.
Gracchus:
Yes, indeed. That sounds like a *bad* attack of dignity.
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