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D.W.] + + + + + + THE SATYRICON OF + PETRONIUS ARBITER + + Complete and unexpurgated translation by W. C. Firebaugh, + in which are incorporated the forgeries of Nodot and Marchena, + and the readings introduced into the text by De Salas. + + +BRACKET CODE: + (Forgeries of Nodot) + [Forgeries of Marchena] + {Additions of De Salas} + DW + + +VOLUME 3.--FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ENCOLPIUS AND HIS COMPANIONS + + +CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-NINTH. + +There was no torch to light the way for us, as we wandered around, nor +did the silence of midnight give promise of our meeting any wayfarer with +a light; in addition to this, we were drunk and unfamiliar with the +district, which would confuse one, even in daylight, so for the best part +of a mortal hour we dragged our bleeding feet over all the flints and +pieces of broken tile, till we were extricated, at last, by Giton's +cleverness. This prudent youngster had been afraid of going astray on +the day before, so he had taken care to mark all the pillars and columns +with chalk. These marks stood out distinctly, even through the pitchy +night, and by their brilliant whiteness pointed out the way for us as we +wandered about. Nevertheless, we had no less cause for being in a sweat +even when we came to our lodging, for the old woman herself had been +sitting and swilling so long with her guests that even if one had set her +afire, she would not have known it. We would have spent the night on the +door-sill had not Trimalchio's courier come up in state, with ten wagons; +he hammered on the door for a short time, and then smashed it in, giving +us an entrance through the same breach. (Hastening to the +sleeping-chamber, I went to bed with my "brother" and, burning with +passion as I was, after such a magnificent dinner, I surrendered myself +wholly to sexual gratification.) + + Oh Goddesses and Gods, that purple night + How soft the couch! And we, embracing tight; + With every wandering kiss our souls would meet! + Farewell all mortal woes, to die were sweet + +But my self-congratulation was premature, for I was overcome with wine, +and when my unsteady hands relaxed their hold, Ascyltos, that +never-failing well-spring of iniquity, stole the boy away from me in the +night and carried him to his own bed, where he wallowed around without +restraint with a "brother" not his own, while the latter, not noticing +the fraud, or pretending not to notice it, went to sleep in a stranger's +arms, in defiance of all human rights. Awaking at last, I felt the bed +over and found that it had been despoiled of its treasure: then, by all +that lovers hold dear, I swear I was on the verge of transfixing them +both with my sword and uniting their sleep with death. At last, +however, I adopted a more rational plan; I spanked Giton into +wakefulness, and, glaring at Ascyltos, "Since you have broken faith by +this outrage," I gritted out, with a savage frown, "and severed our +friendship, you had better get your things together at once, and pick up +some other bottom for your abominations!" He raised no objection to +this, but after we had divided everything with scrupulous exactitude, +"Come on now," he demanded, "and we'll divide the boy!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTIETH. + +I thought this was a parting joke till he whipped out his sword, with a +murderous hand. "You'll not have this prize you're brooding over, all to +yourself! Since I've been rejected, I'll have to cut off my share with +this sword." I followed suit, on my side, and, wrapping a mantle around +my left arm, I put myself on guard for the duel. The unhappy boy, +rendered desperate by our unreasoning fury, hugged each of us tightly by +the knee, and in tears he humbly begged that this wretched lodging-house +should not witness a Theban duel, and that we would not pollute--with +mutual bloodshed the sacred rites of a friendship that was, as yet, +unstained. "If a crime must be committed," he wailed, "here is my naked +throat, turn your swords this way and press home the points. I ought to +be the one to die, I broke the sacred pledge of friendship." We lowered +our points at these entreaties. "I'll settle this dispute," Ascyltos +spoke up, "let the boy follow whomsoever he himself wishes to follow. +In that way, he, at least, will have perfect freedom in choosing a +'brother'." Imagining that a relationship of such long standing had +passed into a tie of blood, I was not at all uneasy, so I snatched at +this proposition with precipitate eagerness, and submitted the dispute to +the judge. He did not deliberate long enough to seem even to hesitate, +for he got up and chose Ascyltos for a "brother," as soon as the last +syllable had passed my lips! At this decision I was thunder-struck, +and threw myself upon the bed, unarmed and just as I stood. Had I not +begrudged my enemy such a triumph, I would have laid violent hands upon +myself. Flushed with success, Ascyltos marched out with his prize, and +abandoned, in a strange town, a comrade in the depths of despair; one +whom, but a little while before, he had loved most unselfishly, one whose +destiny was so like his own. + + As long as is expedient, the name of friendship lives, + Just as in dicing, Fortune smiles or lowers; + When good luck beckons, then your friend his gleeful service gives + But basely flies when ruin o'er you towers. + The strollers act their farces upon the stage, each one his part, + + The father, son, the rich man, all are here, + But soon the page is turned upon the comic actor's art, + The masque is dropped, the make-ups disappear! + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-FIRST. + +Nevertheless, I did not indulge myself very long in tears, being afraid +that Menelaus, the tutor, might drop in upon me all alone in the +lodging-house, and catch me in the midst of my troubles, so I collected my +baggage and, with a heavy heart, sneaked off to an obscure quarter near +the seashore. There, I kept to my room for three days. My mind was +continually haunted by my loneliness and desertion, and I beat my breast, +already sore from blows. "Why could not the earth have opened and +swallowed me," I wailed aloud, between the many deep-drawn groans, "or +the sea, which rages even against the guiltless? Did I flee from +justice, murder my ghost, and cheat the arena, in order that, after so +many proofs of courage, I might be left lying here deserted, a beggar and +an exile, in a lodging-house in a Greek town? And who condemned me to +this desolation'? A boy stained by every form of vice, who, by his own +confession, ought to be exiled: free, through vice, expert in vice, whose +favors came through a throw of the dice, who hired himself out as a girl +to those who knew him to be a boy! And as to the other, what about him? +In place of the manly toga, he donned the woman's stola when he reached +the age of puberty: he resolved, even from his mother's womb, never to +become a man; in the slave's prison he took the woman's part in the +sexual act, he changed the instrument of his lechery when he +double-crossed me, abandoned the ties of a long-standing friendship, +and, shame upon him, sold everything for a single night's dalliance, +like any other street-walker! Now the lovers lie whole nights, locked +in each other's arms, and I suppose they make a mockery of my desolation +when they are resting up from the exhaustion caused by their mutual +excesses. But not with impunity! If I don't avenge the wrong they have +done me in their guilty blood, I'm no free man!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-SECOND. + +I girded on my sword, when I had said these words, and, fortifying my +strength with a heavy meal, so that weakness would not cause me to lose +the battle, I presently sallied forth into the public streets and rushed +through all the arcades, like a maniac. But while, with my face savagely +convulsed in a frown, I was meditating nothing but bloodshed and +slaughter, and was continually clapping my hand to the hilt of my sword, +which I had consecrated to this, I was observed by a soldier, that is, he +either was a real soldier, or else he was some night-prowling thug, who +challenged me. "Halt! Who goes there? What legion are you from? Who's +your centurion?" "Since when have men in your outfit gone on pass in +white shoes?" he retorted, when I had lied stoutly about both centurion +and legion. Both my face and my confusion proved that I had been caught +in a lie, so he ordered me to surrender my arms and to take care that I +did not get into trouble. I was held up, as a matter of course, and, my +revenge balked, I returned to my lodging-house and, recovering by degrees +from my fright, I began to be grateful to the boldness of the footpad. +It is not wise to place much reliance upon any scheme, because Fortune +has a method of her own. + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-THIRD. + +(Nevertheless, I found it very difficult to stifle my longing for +revenge, and after tossing half the night in anxiety, I arose at dawn +and, in the hope of mitigating my mental sufferings and of forgetting my +wrongs, I took a walk through all the public arcades and) entered a +picture-gallery, which contained a wonderful collection of pictures in +various styles. I beheld works from the hand of Zeuxis, still undimmed +by the passage of the years, and contemplated, not without a certain awe, +the crude drawings of Protogenes, which equalled the reality of nature +herself; but when I stood before the work of Apelles, the kind which the +Greeks call "Monochromatic," verily, I almost worshipped, for the +outlines of the figures were drawn with such subtlety of touch, and were +so life-like in their precision, that you would have thought their very +souls were depicted. Here, an eagle was soaring into the sky bearing the +shepherd of Mount Ida to heaven; there, the comely Hylas was struggling +to escape from the embrace of the lascivious Naiad. Here, too, was +Apollo, cursing his murderous hand and adorning his unstrung lyre with +the flower just created. Standing among these lovers, which were only +painted, "It seems that even the gods are wracked by love," I cried +aloud, as if I were in a wilderness. "Jupiter could find none to his +taste, even in his own heaven, so he had to sin on earth, but no one was +betrayed by him! The nymph who ravished Hylas would have controlled her +passion had she thought Hercules was coming to forbid it. Apollo +recalled the spirit of a boy in the form of a flower, and all the lovers +of Fable enjoyed Love's embraces without a rival, but I took as a comrade +a friend more cruel than Lycurgus!" But at that very instant, as I was +telling my troubles to the winds, a white-haired old man entered the +picture-gallery; his face was care-worn, and he seemed, I know not why, +to give promise of something great, although he bestowed so little care +upon his dress that it was easily apparent that he belonged to that class +of literati which the wealthy hold in contempt. "I am a poet," he +remarked, when he had approached me and stood at my side, "and one of no +mean ability, I hope, that is, if anything is to be inferred from the +crowns which gratitude can place even upon the heads of the unworthy! +Then why, you demand, are you dressed so shabbily? For that very reason; +love or art never yet made anyone rich." + + The trader trusts his fortune to the sea and takes his gains, + The warrior, for his deeds, is girt with gold; + The wily sycophant lies drunk on purple counterpanes, + Young wives must pay debauchees or they're cold. + But solitary, shivering, in tatters Genius stands + Invoking a neglected art, for succor at its hands. + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-FOURTH. + +"It is certainly true that a man is hated when he declares himself an +enemy to all vice, and begins to follow the right road in life, because, +in the first place, his habits are different from those of other people; +for who ever approved of anything to which he took exceptions? Then, +they whose only ambition is to pile up riches, don't want to believe that +men can possess anything better than that which they have themselves; +therefore, they use every means in their power to so buffet the lovers +of literature that they will seem in their proper place--below the +moneybags." "I know not why it should be so," (I said with a sigh), "but +Poverty is the sister of Genius." ("You have good reason," the old man +replied, "to deplore the status of men of letters." "No," I answered, +"that was not the reason for my sigh, there is another and far weightier +cause for my grief." Then, in accordance with the human propensity of +pouring one's personal troubles into another's ears, I explained my +misfortune to him, and dwelt particularly upon Ascyltos' perfidy.) "Oh +how I wish that this enemy who is the cause of my enforced continence +could be mollified," (I cried, with many a groan,) "but he is an old hand +at robbery, and more cunning than the pimps themselves!" (My frankness +pleased the old man, who attempted to comfort me and, to beguile my +sorrow, he related the particulars of an amorous intrigue in which he +himself had played a part.) + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-FIFTH. + +"When I was attached to the Quaestor's staff, in Asia, I was quartered +with a family at Pergamus. I found things very much to my liking there, +not only on account of the refined comfort of my apartments, but also +because of the extreme beauty of my host's son. For the latter reason, +I had recourse to strategy, in order that the father should never suspect +me of being a seducer. So hotly would I flare up, whenever the abuse +of handsome boys was even mentioned at the table, and with such +uncompromising sternness would I protest against having my ears insulted +by such filthy talk, that I came to be looked upon, especially by the +mother, as one of the philosophers. I was conducting the lad to the +gymnasium before very long, and superintending his conduct, taking +especial care, all the while, that no one who could debauch him should +ever enter the house. Then there came a holiday, the school was closed, +and our festivities had rendered us too lazy to retire properly, so we +lay down in the dining-room. It was just about midnight, and I knew he +was awake, so I murmured this vow, in a very low voice, 'Oh Lady Venus, +could I but kiss this lad, and he not know it, I would give him a pair of +turtle-doves tomorrow!' On hearing the price offered for this favor, the +boy commenced to snore! Then, bending over the pretending sleeper, I +snatched a fleeting kiss or two. Satisfied with this beginning, I arose +early in the morning, brought a fine pair of turtle-doves to the eager +lad, and absolved myself from my vow." + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-SIXTH. + +"Next night, when the same opportunity presented itself, I changed my +petition, 'If I can feel him all over with a wanton hand,' I vowed, 'and +he not know it, I will give him two of the gamest fighting-cocks, for his +silence.' The lad nestled closer to me of his own accord, on hearing this +offer, and I truly believe that he was afraid that I was asleep. I made +short work of his apprehensions on that score, however, by stroking and +fondling his whole body. I worked myself into a passionate fervor that +was just short of supreme gratification. Then, when day dawned, I made +him happy with what I had promised him. When the third night gave me +my chance, I bent close to the ear of the rascal, who pretended to be +asleep. 'Immortal gods,' I whispered, 'if I can take full and complete +satisfaction of my love, from this sleeping beauty, I will tomorrow +present him with the best Macedonian pacer in the market, in return for +this bliss, provided that he does not know it.' Never had the lad slept +so soundly! First I filled my hands with his snowy breasts, then I +pressed a clinging kiss upon his mouth, but I finally focused all my +energies upon one supreme delight! Early in the morning, he sat up in +bed, awaiting my usual gift. It is much easier to buy doves and +game-cocks than it is to buy a pacer, as you know, and aside from that, +I was also afraid that so valuable a present might render my motive +subject to suspicion, so, after strolling around for some hours, I +returned to the house, and gave the lad nothing at all except a kiss. +He looked all around, threw his arms about my neck. 'Tell me, master,' +he cried, 'where's the pacer?' ('The difficulty of getting one fine +enough has compelled me to defer the fulfillment of my promise,' I +replied, 'but I will make it good in a few days.' The lad easily +understood the true meaning of my answer, and his countenance betrayed +his secret resentment.)" + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-SEVENTH. + +"(In the meantime,) by breaking this vow, I had cut myself off from the +avenue of access which I had contrived, but I returned to the attack, all +the same, when the opportunity came. In a few days, a similar occasion +brought about the very same conditions as before, and the instant I heard +his father snoring, I began pleading with the lad to receive me again +into his good graces, that is to say, that he ought to suffer me to +satisfy myself with him, and he in turn could do whatever his own +distended member desired. He was very angry, however, and would say +nothing at all except, 'Either you go to sleep, or I'll call father!' +But no obstacle is so difficult that depravity cannot twist around it and +even while he threatened 'I'll call father,' I slipped into his bed and +took my pleasure in spite of his half-hearted resistance. Nor was he +displeased with my improper conduct for, although he complained for a +while, that he had been cheated and made a laughing-stock, and that his +companions, to whom he had bragged of his wealthy friend, had made sport +of him. 'But you'll see that I'll not be like you,' he whispered; 'do it +again, if you want to!' All misunderstandings were forgotten and I was +readmitted into the lad's good graces. Then I slipped off to sleep, +after profiting by his complaisance. But the youth, in the very flower +of maturity, and just at the best age for passive pleasure, was by no +means satisfied with only one repetition, so he roused me out of a heavy +sleep. 'Isn't there something you'd like to do?' he whispered! The +pastime had not begun to cloy, as yet, and, somehow or other, what with +panting and sweating and wriggling, he got what he wanted and, worn out +with pleasure, I dropped off to sleep again. Less than an hour had passed +when he began to punch me with his hand. 'Why are we not busy,' he +whispered! I flew into a violent rage at being disturbed so many times, +and threatened him in his own words, 'Either you go to sleep, or I'll +call father!'" + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-EIGHTH. + +Heartened up by this story, I began to draw upon his more comprehensive +knowledge as to the ages of the pictures and as to certain of the stories +connected with them, upon which I was not clear; and I likewise inquired +into the causes of the decadence of the present age, in which the most +refined arts had perished, and among them painting, which had not left +even the faintest trace of itself behind. "Greed of money," he replied, +"has brought about these unaccountable changes. In the good old times, +when virtue was her own reward, the fine arts flourished, and there was +the keenest rivalry among men for fear that anything which could be of +benefit to future generations should remain long undiscovered. Then it +was that Democritus expressed the juices of all plants and spent his +whole life in experiments, in order that no curative property should lurk +unknown in stone or shrub. That he might understand the movements of +heaven and the stars, Eudoxus grew old upon the summit of a lofty +mountain: three times did Chrysippus purge his brain with hellebore, +that his faculties might be equal to invention. Turn to the sculptors if +you will; Lysippus perished from hunger while in profound meditation upon +the lines of a single statue, and Myron, who almost embodied the souls of +men and beasts in bronze, could not find an heir. And we, sodden with +wine and women, cannot even appreciate the arts already practiced, we +only criticise the past! We learn only vice, and teach it, too. What has +become of logic? of astronomy? Where is the exquisite road to wisdom? +Who even goes into a temple to make a vow, that he may achieve eloquence +or bathe in the fountain of wisdom? And they do not pray for good health +and a sound mind; before they even set foot upon the threshold of the +temple, one promises a gift if only he may bury a rich relative; another, +if he can but dig up a treasure, and still another, if he is permitted to +amass thirty millions of sesterces in safety! The Senate itself, the +exponent of all that should be right and just, is in the habit of +promising a thousand pounds of gold to the capitol, and that no one may +question the propriety of praying for money, it even decorates Jupiter +himself with spoils'. Do not hesitate, therefore, at expressing your +surprise at the deterioration of painting, since, by all the gods and men +alike, a lump of gold is held to be more beautiful than anything ever +created by those crazy little Greek fellows, Apelles and Phydias!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-NINTH. + +"But I see that your whole attention is held by that picture which +portrays the destruction of Troy, so I will attempt to unfold the story +in verse: + +And now the tenth harvest beheld the beleaguered of Troia + +Worn out with anxiety, fearing the honor of Calchas + +The prophet, hung wavering deep in the blackest despair. + +Apollo commanded! The forested peaks of Mount Ida + +Were felled and dragged down; the hewn timbers were fitted to fashion + +A war-horse. Unfilled is a cavity left, and this cavern, + +Roofed over, capacious enough for a camp. Here lie hidden + +The raging impetuous valor of ten years of warfare. + +Malignant Greek troops pack the recess, lurk in their own offering. + +Alas my poor country! We thought that their thousand grim war-ships + +Were beaten and scattered, our arable lands freed from warfare! + +Th' inscription cut into the horse, and the crafty behavior + +Of Sinon, his mind ever powerful for evil, affirmed it. + +Delivered from war, now the crowd, carefree, hastens to worship + +And pours from the portals. Their cheeks wet with weeping, the joy + +Of their tremulous souls brings to eyes tears which terror + +Had banished. Laocoon, priest unto Neptune, with hair loosed, + +An outcry evoked from the mob: he drew back his javelin + +And launched it! The belly of wood was his target. The weapon + +Recoiled, for the fates stayed his hand, and this artifice won us. + +His feeble hand nerved he anew, and the lofty sides sounded, + +His two-edged ax tried them severely. The young troops in ambush + +Gasped. And as long as the reverberations re-echoed + +The wooden mass breathed out a fear that was not of its own. + +Imprisoned, the warriors advance to take Troia a captive + +And finish the struggle by strategem new and unheard of. + +Behold! Other portents: Where Tenedos steep breaks the ocean + +Where great surging billows dash high; to be broken, and leap back + +To form a deep hollow of calm, and resemble the plashing + +Of oars, carried far through the silence of night, as when ships pass + +And drive through the calm as it smashes against their fir bows. + +Then backward we look towards the rocks; the tide carries two serpents + +That coil and uncoil as they come, and their breasts, which are swollen + +Aside dash the foam, as the bows of tall ships; and the ocean + +Is lashed by their tails, their manes, free on the water, as savage + +As even their eyes: now a blinding beam kindles the billows, + +The sea with their hissing is sibilant! All stare in terror! + +Laocoon's twin sons in Phrygian raiment are standing + +With priests wreathed for sacrifice. Them did the glistening serpents + +Enfold in their coils! With their little hands shielding their faces, + +The boys, neither thinking of self, but each one of his brother! + +Fraternal love's sacrifice! Death himself slew those poor children + +By means of their unselfish fear for each other! The father, + +A helper too feeble, now throws himself prone on their bodies: + +The serpents, now glutted with death, coil around him and drag him + +To earth! And the priest, at his altar a victim, lies beating + +The ground. Thus the city of Troy, doomed to sack and destruction, + +First lost her own gods by profaning their shrines and their worship. + +The full moon now lifted her luminous beam and the small stars + +Led forth, with her torch all ablaze; when the Greeks drew the bolts + +And poured forth their warriors, on Priam's sons, buried in darkness + +And sodden with wine. First the leaders made trial of their weapons + +Just as the horse, when unhitched from Thessalian neck-yoke, + +First tosses his head and his mane, ere to pasture he rushes. + +They draw their swords, brandish their shields and rush into the battle. + +One slays the wine-drunken Trojans, prolonging their dreams + +To death, which ends all. Still another takes brands from the altars, + +And calls upon Troy's sacred temples to fight against Trojans." + + + + +CHAPTER THE NINTIETH. + +Some of the public, who were loafing in the portico, threw stones at the +reciting Eumolpus and he, taking note of this tribute to his genius, +covered his head and bolted out of the temple. Fearing they might take +me for a poet, too, I followed after him in his flight and came to the +seashore, where we stopped as soon as we were out of range. "Tell me," +I demanded, "what are you going to do about that disease of yours? +You've loafed with me less than two hours, and you've talked more often +like a poet than you have like a human being! For this reason, I'm not +at all surprised that the rabble chases you with rocks. I'm going to +load my pockets with stones, too, and whenever you begin to go out of +your head, I'm going to let blood out of it!" His expression changed. +"My dear young man," said he, "today is not the first time I have had +such compliments showered upon me; the audience always applauds me in +this fashion, when I go into the theatre to recite anything, but I'll +abstain from this sort of diet for the whole day, for fear of having +trouble with you." "Good," I replied, "we'll dine together if you'll +swear off crankiness for the day." (So saying,) I gave the housekeeper +the orders for our little supper (and we went straight off to the baths.) + + + + +CHAPTER THE NINETY-FIRST. + +(There) I catch sight of Giton laden with towels and scrapers, leaning, +downhearted and embarrassed, against the wall. You could see that he did +not serve of his own free will. Then, that I might assure myself that I +saw aright, "Take pity on me, brother," he cried, turning towards me a +face lighted up with joy, "there are no arms here, I can speak freely +take me away from that bloody robber, and punish your penitent judge as +severely as you like. To have perished, should you wish it, will be a +consolation great enough in my misery!" Fearing some one might overhear +our plans, I bade him hush his complaints and, leaving Eumolpus behind-- +for he was reciting a poem in the bath--I pull Giton down a dark and +dirty passage, after me, and fly with all speed to my lodgings. Arriving +there, I slam the door shut, embrace him convulsively, and press my face +against his which is all wet with tears. For a long time, neither of us +could find his voice, and as for the lad, his shapely bosom was heaving +continuously with choking sobs. "Oh the disgraceful inconsistency of it +all," I cried, "for I love you still, although you abandoned me, and no +scar from that gaping wound is left upon this breast! What can you say +that will justify you in yielding your love to a stranger? Did I merit +such an affront'?" He held his head higher when he found that he was +loved. + + For one to love, and at the same time, blame, + That were a labor Hercules to tame! + Conflicting passions yield in Cupid's name. + +("And furthermore," I went on), "I was not the one that laid the cause of +our love before another judge, but I will complain no more, I will +remember nothing, if you will prove your penitence by keeping faith." +He wiped his face upon his mantle, while I poured out these words, with +groans and tears. "Encolpius," said he, "I beseech you, I appeal to your +honest recollection, did I leave you, or did you throw me over? For my +part, I admit, and openly at that, that I sought, refuge with the +stronger, when I beheld two armed men." I kissed that, bosom, so full of +prudence, threw my arms around his neck and pressed him tightly against +my breast, that he might see unmistakably that he had gotten back into my +good graces, and that our friendship lived again in perfect confidence. + + + + +CHAPTER THE NINETY-SECOND. + +Night had fallen by this time, and the woman to whom I had given my order +had prepared supper, when Eumolpus knocked at the door. "How many of you +are there?" I called out, and as I spoke, I peeped cautiously through a +chink in the door to see if Ascyltos had come with him; then, as I +perceived that he was the only guest, I quickly admitted him. He threw +himself upon the pallet and caught sight of Giton, waiting table, +whereupon, he nodded his head, "I like your Ganymede," he remarked, +"this day promises a good ending!" I did not take kindly to such an +inquisitive beginning, fearing that I had let another Ascyltos into my +lodging. Eumolpus stuck to his purpose. "I like you better than the +whole bathful," he remarked, when the lad had served him with wine, then +he thirstily drained the cup dry and swore that never before had he +tasted a wine with such a satisfying tang to it. "While I was bathing," +he went on, "I was almost beaten up for trying to recite a poem to the +people sitting around the basin, and when I had been thrown out of the +baths, just like I was out of the theatre, I hunted through every nook +and cranny of the building, calling 'Encolpius, Encolpius,' at the top of +my voice. A naked youth at the other end, who had lost his clothes, was +bawling just as loudly and no less angrily for Giton! As for myself, the +slaves took me for a maniac, and mimicked me in the most insolent manner, +but a large crowd gathered around him, clapping its hands in awe-struck +admiration, for so heavy and massive were his private parts, that you +would have thought that the man himself was but an appendage of his own +member! Oh such a man! He could do his bit all right! I haven't a +doubt but that he could begin on the day before and never finish till the +day after the next! And he soon found a friend, of course: some Roman +knight or other, I don't know his name, but he bears a bad reputation, so +they say, threw his own mantle around the wanderer and took him off home +with himself, hoping, I suppose, to have the sole enjoyment of so huge a +prize. But I couldn't get my own clothing back from the officious bath +attendant till I found some one who could identify me, which only goes to +show that it is more profitable to rub up the member than it is to polish +the mind!" While Eumolpus was relating all this, I changed countenance +continually, elated, naturally, at the mishaps of my enemy, and vexed at +his good fortune; but I controlled my tongue nevertheless, as if I knew +nothing about the episode, and read aloud the bill of fare. (Hardly had +I finished, when our humble meal was served. The food was plain but +succulent and nutritious, and the famished scholar Eumolpus, fell to +ravenously.) + + Kind Providence unto our needs has tempered its decrees + And met our wants, our carping plaints to still + Green herbs, and berries hanging on their rough and brambly sprays + Suffice our hunger's gnawing pangs to kill. + What fool would thirst upon a river's brink? Or stand and freeze + In icy blasts, when near a cozy fire? + The law sits armed outside the door, adulterers to seize, + The chaste bride, guiltless, gratifies desire. + All Nature lavishes her wealth to meet our just demands; + But, spurred by lust of pride, we stop at naught to gain our ends! + +(Our philosopher began to moralize, when he had gorged himself, leveling +many critical shafts at those who hold every-day things in contempt, +esteeming nothing except what is rare.) + + + + +CHAPTER THE NINETY-THIRD. + +("To their perverted taste," he went on,) everything one may have +lawfully is held cheap and the appetite, tickled only by forbidden +indulgences, delights in what is most difficult to obtain. + + The pheasant from Colchis, the wild-fowl from African shores, + + Because they are dainties, the parvenu's palate adores + + The white-feathered goose, and the duck in his bright-colored plumes + + Must nourish the rabble; they're common, so them Fashion dooms! + + The wrasse brought from dangerous Syrtis is much more esteemed + + When fishing-boats founder! And even the mullet is deemed, + + No matter how heavy, a weight on the market! The whore + + Displaces the wife; and in perfumes, the cinnamon more + + Is esteemed than the rose! So whatever we have, we despise, + + And whatever we have not, we think a superlative prize!" + +"Is this the way in which you keep your promise not to recite a single +verse today?" I demanded; "bear in mind your promise and spare us, at +least, for we have thrown no rocks at you yet. If a single one of those +fellows drinking under this very roof were to smell out a poet in their +midst, he would arouse the whole neighborhood and involve all of us in +the same misunderstanding!" Giton, who was one of the gentlest of lads, +took me to task for having spoken in that manner, denying that I did +rightly in criticising my elders and at the same time forgetting my +duties as host by offering an affront to one whom I had invited out of +kindness. And much more, full of moderation and propriety, which was in +exquisite keeping with his good looks. + + + + +CHAPTER THE NINETY-FOURTH. + +"Happy the mother," cried Eumolpus, "who bore such a son as you! May +your fortune be in keeping with your merit! Beauty and wisdom are rarely +found mixed! And that you may not think that all your words are wasted, +know that you have found a lover! I will fill my verses with your +praise! I will act as your guardian and your tutor, following you even +when you bid me stay behind! Nor can Encolpius take offense, he loves +another." The soldier who took my sword from me did Eumolpus a good +turn, too; otherwise, the rage which I had felt against Ascyltos would +have been quenched in the blood of Eumolpus. Seeing what was in the wind, +Giton slipped out of the room, pretending he was going after water, and +by this diplomatic retreat he put an end to my fury. Then, as my anger +cooled, little by little, "Eumolpus," I said, "rather than have you +entertain designs of such a nature, I would even prefer to have you +spouting poetry! I am hot-tempered and you are lecherous; see how +uncongenial two such dispositions must be! Take me for a maniac, humor +my malady: in other words, get out quick!" Taken completely aback by +this onslaught, Eumolpus crossed the threshold of the room without +stopping to ask the reason for my wrath, and immediately slammed the door +shut, penning me in, as I was not looking for any move of that kind then, +having quickly removed the key, he hurried away in search of Giton. +Finding that I was locked in, I decided to hang myself, and had already +fastened my belt to the bedstead which stood alongside of the wall, and +was engaged in fastening the noose around my neck, when the doors were +unlocked and Eumolpus came in with Giton, recalling me to light when I +was just about to turn the fatal goal-post! Giton was greatly wrought up +and his grief turned to fury: seizing me with both hands, he threw me +upon the bed. "If you think, Encolpius," he shrieked, "that you can +contrive to die before I do, you're wrong! I thought of suicide first. +I hunted for a sword in Ascyltos' house: I would have thrown myself from +a precipice if I had not found you! You know that Death is never far +from those who seek him, so take your turn and witness the spectacle you +wished to see!" So saying, he snatched a razor from Eumolpus' servant, +slashed his throat, once, twice, and fell down at our feet! I uttered a +loud cry, rushed to him as he fell, and sought the road to death by the +same steel; Giton, however, showed not the faintest trace of any wound, +nor was I conscious of feeling any pain. The razor, it turned out, was +untempered and dull and was used to imbue boy apprentices with the +confidence of the experienced barber. Hence it was in a sheath and, for +the reason given above, the servant was not alarmed when the blade was +snatched nor did Eumolpus break in upon this farcical death scene. + + + + +CHAPTER THE NINETY-FIFTH. + +The landlord made his appearance with a part of our little supper, while +this lover's comedy was being enacted and, taking in the very disorderly +spectacle which we presented, lying there and wallowing as we were, +"Are you drunk," he demanded, "or are you runaway slaves, or both? +Who turned up that bed there? What's the meaning of all these sneaking +preparations? You didn't want to pay the room-rent, you didn't, by +Hercules, you didn't; you wanted to wait till night and run away into the +public streets, but that won't go here! This is no widow's joint, I'll +show you that; not yet it ain't! This place belongs to Marcus +Manicius!" "So you threaten, do you'?" yelled Eumolpus, giving the +fellow a resounding slap in the face. At this, the latter threw a small +earthenware pitcher, which had been emptied by the draughts of successive +guests, at Eumolpus' head, and cut open the forehead of his cursing +adversary: then he skipped out of the room. Infuriated at such an +insult, Eumolpus snatched up a wooden candlestick, ran in pursuit of his +retreating foeman, and avenged his broken head with a shower of blows. +The entire household crowded around, as did a number of drunken lodgers, +but I seized this opportunity of retaliating and locked Eumolpus out, +retorting his own trick upon the quarrelsome fellow, and found myself +without a rival, as it were, able to enjoy my room and my night's +pleasure as well. In the meantime, Eumolpus, locked out as he was, +was being very roughly handled by the cooks and scullions of the +establishment; one aimed a spitful of hissing-hot guts at his eyes; +another grabbed a two-tined fork in the pantry and put himself on guard. +But worst of all, a blear-eyed old hag, girded round with a filthy apron, +and wearing wooden clogs which were not mates, dragged in an immense dog +on a chain, and "sicked" him upon Eumolpus, but he beat off all attacks +with his candlestick. + + + + +CHAPTER THE NINETY-SIXTH. + +We took in the entire performance through a hole in the folding-doors: +this had been made but a short time before, when the handle had been +broken and jerked out, and I wished him joy of his beating. Giton, +however, forgetting everything except his own compassion, thought we +ought to open the door and succor Eumolpus, in his peril; but being still +angry, I could not restrain my hand; clenching my fist, I rapped his +pitying head with my sharp knuckles. In tears, he sat upon the bed, +while I applied each eye in turn, to the opening, filling myself up as +with a dainty dish, with Eumolpus' misfortunes, and gloating over their +prolongation, when Bargates, agent for the building, called from his +dinner, was carried into the midst of the brawl by two chair-men, for he +had the gout. He carried on for some time against drunkards and fugitive +slaves, in a savage tone and with a barbarous accent, and then, looking +around and catching sight of Eumolpus, "What," he exclaimed, "are you +here, nay prince of poets? and these damned slaves don't scatter at once +and stop their brawling!" (Then, whispering in Eumolpus' ear,) "My +bedfellow's got an idea that she's finer-haired than I am; lampoon her +in a poem, if you think anything of me, and make 'er ashamed." + + + + +CHAPTER THE NINETY-SEVENTH. + +Eumolpus was speaking privately with Bargates, when a crier attended by a +public slave entered the inn, accompanied by a medium-sized crowd of +outsiders. Waving a torch that gave out more smoke than light, he +announced: "Strayed from the baths, a short time ago, a boy about sixteen +years of age, curly headed, a minion, handsome, answers to the name of +Giton. One thousand sesterces reward will be paid to anyone bringing him +back or giving information as to his whereabouts." Ascyltos, dressed in +a tunic of many colors, stood not far from the crier, holding out a +silver tray upon which was piled the reward, as evidence of good faith. +I ordered Giton to get under the bed immediately, telling him to stick +his hands and feet through the rope netting which supported the mattress, +and, just as Ulysses of old had clung to the ram, so he, stretched out +beneath the mattress, would evade the hands of the hunters. And Giton +did not hesitate at obeying this order, but fastened his hands in the +netting for a moment, outdoing Ulysses in his own cunning! For fear of +leaving room for suspicion, I piled covers upon my pallet, leaving the +impression of a single person of my own stature. Meanwhile Ascyltos, in +company with the magistrate's servant, had ransacked all the rooms and +had come at last to mine, where he entertained greater hopes of success, +because he found the doors carefully barred. The public slave loosened +the bolts by inserting the edge of his ax in the chink. I threw myself +at Ascyltos' feet, begging him, by the memory of our friendship and our +companionship in suffering, to show me my "brother," safe and sound, and +furthermore, that my simulated prayers might carry conviction, I added, +"I know very well, Ascyltos, that you have come here seeking my life. +If not, why the axes? + +"Well, fatten your grudge, then! Here's my neck! Pour out that blood +you seek to shed under pretext of a search!" Ascyltos repelled this +suspicion, affirming that he sought nothing except his own fugitive and +desired the death of neither man nor suppliant, and least of all did he +wish to harm one whom, now that their quarrel was over, he regarded as +his dearest friend. + + + + +CHAPTER THE NINETY-EIGHTH. + +The public servant, however, was not derelict in the performance of his +duty for, snatching a cane from the innkeeper, he poked underneath the +bed, ransacking every corner, even to the cracks in the wall. Twisting +his body out of reach, and cautiously drawing a full breath, Giton +pressed his mouth against the very bugs themselves. (The pair had +scarcely left the room) when Eumolpus burst in in great excitement, for +the doors had been broken and could keep no one out. "The thousand +sesterces are mine," he shouted, "I'll follow that crier out and tell him +Giton is in your power, and it will serve you right, too!" Seeing that +his mind was made up, I embraced his knees and besought him not to kill a +dying man. "You might have some reason for being excited," I said, "if +you could produce the missing boy, but you cannot, as the thing stands +now, for he escaped into the crowd and I have not even a suspicion as to +where he has gone! Get the lad back, Eumolpus, for heaven's sake, even +if you do restore him to Ascyltos!" I had just succeeded in persuading +him to believe all this when Giton, nearly suffocated from holding his +breath, suddenly sneezed three times, and shook the bed. Eumolpus turned +at the commotion. "Hello, Giton," he exclaimed, "glad to see you!" Then +he turned back the mattress and discovered an Ulysses who even a ravenous +Cyclops might have spared; thereupon, he faced me, "You robber," said he, +"what does all this mean? You hadn't the nerve to tell me the truth even +when you were caught! If the god, that umpires human affairs hadn't +forced a sign from this boy as he hung there, I would be wandering from +one pot-house to another, like a fool!" (But) Giton was far more tactful +than I: first of all, he dressed the cut upon Eumolpus' forehead, with +spider's web soaked in oil; he then exchanged the poet's torn clothing +for his own cloak; this done, he embraced the old gentleman, who was +already somewhat mollified, and poulticed him with kisses. "Dearest of +fathers," he cried, "we are entirely in your hands! In yours alone! If +you love your Giton, do your best to save him. Would that some cruel +flame might devour me, alone, or that the wintry sea might swallow me, +for I am the cause for all these crimes. Two enemies would be reconciled +if I should perish!" (Moved by our troubles, but particularly stirred by +Giton's caresses, "You are fools," exclaimed Eumolpus, "you certainly +are: here you are gifted with talents enough to make your fortunes and +you still lead a life of misery, and every day you bring new torments +upon yourselves, as the fruits of your own acts!)" + + + + +ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS: + +Death is never far from those who seek him +Esteeming nothing except what is rare +Love or art never yet made anyone rich +Man is hated when he declares himself an enemy to all vice +Propensity of pouring one's personal troubles into another's ear +Whatever we have, we despise + + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SATYRICON OF PETRONIUS, V3 *** + +******* This file should be named pas3w10.txt or pas3w10.zip ******** + +Corrected EDITIONS of our eBooks get a new NUMBER, pas3w11.txt +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, pas3w10a.txt + +This eBook was produced by David Widger <widger@cecomet.net> + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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