Meanwhile Sosia strode indignantly homeward. 'Pimp, indeed!' quoth he
to himself. 'Pimp! a scurvy-tongued fellow that Sallust! Had I been
called knave, or thief. I could have forgiven it; but pimp! Faugh!
There is something in the word which the toughest stomach in the world
would rise against. A knave is a knave for his own pleasure, and a
thief a thief for his own profit; and there is something honorable and
philosophical in being a rascal for one's own sake: that is doing things
upon principle--upon a grand scale. But a pimp is a thing that defiles
itself for another--a pipkin that is put on the fire for another man's
pottage! a napkin, that every guest wipes his hands upon! and the
scullion says, "by your leave" too. A pimp! I would rather he had called
me parricide! But the man was drunk, and did not know what he said;
and, besides, I disguised myself. Had he seen it had been Sosia who
addressed him, it would have been "honest Sosia!" and, "worthy man!" I
warrant. Nevertheless, the trinkets have been won easily--that's some
comfort! and, O goddess Feronia! I shall be a freedman soon! and then I
should like to see who'll call me pimp!--unless, indeed, he pay me
pretty handsomely for it!'
While Sosia was soliloquising in this high-minded and generous vein, his
path lay along a narrow lane that led towards the amphitheatre and its
adjacent palaces. Suddenly, as he turned a sharp corner he found
himself in the midst of a considerable crowd. Men, women, and children,
all were hurrying or laughing, talking, gesticulating; and, ere he was
aware of it, the worthy Sosia was borne away with the noisy stream.
'What now?' he asked of his nearest neighbor, a young artificer; 'what
now? Where are all these good folks thronging?' Does any rich patron
give away alms or viands to-night?'
'Not so, man--better still,' replied the artificer; 'the noble
Pansa--the people's friend--has granted the public leave to see the
beasts in their vivaria. By Hercules! they will not be seen so safely
by some persons to-morrow.'
'Tis a pretty sight,' said the slave, yielding to the throng that
impelled him onward; 'and since I may not go to the sports to-morrow, I
may as well take a peep at the beasts to-night.'
'You will do well,' returned his new acquaintance, 'a lion and a tiger
are not to be seen at Pompeii every day.'
The crowd had now entered a broken and wide space of ground, on which,
as it was only lighted scantily and from a distance, the press became
dangerous to those whose limbs and shoulders were not fitted for a mob.
Nevertheless, the women especially--many of them with children in their
arms, or even at the breast--were the most resolute in forcing their
way; and their shrill exclamations of complaint or objurgation were
heard loud above the more jovial and masculine voices. Yet, amidst them
was a young and girlish voice, that appeared to come from one too happy
in her excitement to be alive to the inconvenience of the crowd.
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