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Palene: |
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My dreams did not lie. Our spies brought word that new legions were gathering. The Romans were still the hunters, we the hunted. And now we began to quarrel amongst ourselves: Asians against Mauritanians, Baeticans against Parthtans, but especially the Cauls and Cemians against our own Thracians. |
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Crixus confronted Spartacus |
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Crixus: |
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Attack... that's what we've got to do, |
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Once I had some faith in you, |
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But now you're holding back, |
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When you know we should attack. |
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Revenge.,.that's what l'm looking for, |
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A chance to even up the score, |
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Is it courage that you lack, |
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Dont you see we must attack Rome now! |
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Spartacus: |
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Escape... that's what we've got to do, |
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Once I had belief in you, |
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But that was at the start, |
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Now it seems we've grown apart. |
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Revenge... what good is that to us, |
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If we fought to be free to just, |
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Make others into slaves, |
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We deserve our early graves, |
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We must escape! |
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Crixus: |
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We must attack! |
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Spartacus: |
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You must be mad! |
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Crixus: |
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You must be blind, |
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We must attack! |
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Spartacus: |
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We must escape! |
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Crixus: |
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You've lost your nerve! |
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Spartacus: |
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You've lost your mind! |
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Palene: |
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Faces suddenly red, hands on swords, Spartacus and Crixus were about to fight. Spartacus turned away. He and Crixus were already a world apart. |
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Crixus: |
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Oh Spartacus, if only our dreams could be the same. |
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"THE PARTING OF THE WAYS" |
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Crixus: |
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It's strange to find we're almost strangers, |
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As I turn to leave you now, |
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I know there are dangers, |
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You have believed in me, |
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As l believed in you, |
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But it's not hard to see, |
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In the end a man should do, |
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What his heart tells him he must, |
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And so I place my thrust in the parting of the ways. |
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The days that I have stood beside you, |
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They are days that I could not forget if I tried to, |
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But day has turned to night, |
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Life's changed for you and me, |
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Who knows what's wrong or right, |
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We'll agree to disagree, |
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Now the time for talk has passed, |
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And so we reach at last the parting of the ways, |
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Now I need to find my own direction. |
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Side by side we faced the world together; |
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But nothing lasts forever, |
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And so the story ends, |
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More than pride's dividing you and I now, |
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And though we say goodbye now, |
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At least we part as friends. |
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It seems our future is decided, |
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Now the fates dictate that you and I be divided, |
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And though it's hard to tell, |
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Where we will go from here, |
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You know I wish you well, |
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Even though my course is clear, |
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It's no easy thing I do, |
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To walk away from you at the parting of the ways, |
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Though I need to find my own direction, |
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You can bet I'll never forget, |
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The times we've come through, |
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But now we come to, |
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The parting of the ways. |
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Palene: |
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We watched Crixus, with thirty thousand Cauls and Germans trudge away southwards until a small cloud of dust in the distance was all that was left, I looked at Spartacus. His hawk-eyes were moist but never blinked. |
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When he spoke, it was to thank the Gods for the seventy thousand that stayed. |
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Who could fail to love such a man? |
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Crixus: |
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Now I need to find my own direction, |
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You can bet I'll never forget, |
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The times we've come through, |
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But now we come to, |
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The parting of the ways. |
