It was a large room, that opened at once on the confined and crowded
lane. Before the threshold was a group of men, whose iron and
well-strung muscles, whose short and Herculean necks, whose hardy and
reckless countenances, indicated the champions of the arena. On a shelf,
without the shop, were ranged jars of wine and oil; and right over this
was inserted in the wall a coarse painting, which exhibited gladiators
drinking--so ancient and so venerable is the custom of signs! Within
the room were placed several small tables, arranged somewhat in the
modern fashion of 'boxes', and round these were seated several knots of
men, some drinking, some playing at dice, some at that more skilful game
called 'duodecim scriptae', which certain of the blundering learned have
mistaken for chess, though it rather, perhaps, resembled backgammon of
the two, and was usually, though not always, played by the assistance of
dice. The hour was in the early forenoon, and nothing better, perhaps,
than that unseasonable time itself denoted the habitual indolence of
these tavern loungers.
Yet, despite the situation of the house and the character of its
inmates, it indicated none of that sordid squalor which would have
characterized a similar haunt in a modern city. The gay disposition of
all the Pompeians, who sought, at least, to gratify the sense even where
they neglected the mind, was typified by the gaudy colors which
decorated the walls, and the shapes, fantastic but not inelegant, in
which the lamps, the drinking-cups, the commonest household utensils,
were wrought.
'By Pollux!' said one of the gladiators, as he leaned against the wall
of the threshold, 'the wine thou sellest us, old Silenus'--and as he
spoke he slapped a portly personage on the back--'is enough to thin the
best blood in one's veins.'
The man thus caressingly saluted, and whose bared arms, white apron, and
keys and napkin tucked carelessly within his girdle, indicated him to be
the host of the tavern, was already passed into the autumn of his years;
but his form was still so robust and athletic, that he might have shamed
even the sinewy shapes beside him, save that the muscles had seeded, as
it were, into flesh, that the cheeks were swelled and bloated, and the
increasing stomach threw into shade the vast and massive chest which
rose above it.
'None of thy scurrilous blusterings with me,' growled the gigantic
landlord, in the gentle semi-roar of an insulted tiger; 'my wine is good
enough for a carcass which shall so soon soak the dust of the
spoliarium.'
'Croakest thou thus, old raven!' returned the gladiator, laughing
scornfully; 'thou shalt live to hang thyself with despite when thou
seest me win the palm crown; and when I get the purse at the
amphitheatre, as I certainly shall, my first vow to Hercules shall be to
forswear thee and thy vile potations evermore.'
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