Stand up. On your feet. Stand up, the way a noble Roman should.
That's Roman pride for you, Spartacus! [the slaves laugh]
That's better. What's your name?
Marcus, Glabrus.
Glabrus.
Commander of the Garrison of Rome!
Commander?
He was commanding it on his belly when we found him, playing dead! [the slaves laugh]
You disappoint me, Marcus Glabrus, playing dead. You afraid to die? It's easy to die. Haven't you seen enough gladiators in the arena to see how easy it is to die?
Why...what are you going to do to me?
I don't know. [turns to the slaves] What should we do with him?
Let's have a matched pair, him and me! [the slaves laugh]
I'll not fight like a gladiator!
Yes.
You should! It was in your tent. [holds up the baton] The symbol of the Senate! All the power of Rome! [grips and snaps the baton in two]
That's the power of Rome!
[thrusting the broken baton at Glabrus]
Take that back to your senate. Tell them you and that broken stick is all that's left of the garrison of Rome! Tell them we want nothing from Rome, nothing, except our freedom!
