Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton, The Last Days of Pompeii
“ The people shouted; Lepidus turned pale. 'Ho!' said Clodius, 'the game is nearly over. If Eumolpus fights now the quiet fight, the other will gradually bleed himself away.' 'But, thank the gods! he does not fight the backward fight. See!—he presses hard upon Nepimus. By Mars! but Nepimus had him there! the helmet rang again!—Clodius, I shall win!' 'Why do I ever bet but at the dice?' groaned Clodius to himself;—or why cannot one cog a gladiator?' 'A Sporus!—a Sporus!' shouted the populace, as Niger having now suddenly paused, had again cast his net, and again unsuccessfully. ”
