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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Satyricon, Vol. 4 (Escape by Sea) + +Author: Petronius Arbiter + +Release Date: May 22, 2004 [EBook #5221] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SATYRICON, VOL. 4 *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + +<br><hr> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center> +<h1> + <a name="PREFACE">THE SATYRICON OF</a> +<br> PETRONIUS ARBITER +</h1> +</center> + +<br> +<br> + <center><h3>Volume 4.</h3></center> + +<br> +<br> +<center> +<a name="bookspine"></a><img alt="bookspine.jpg (92K)" src="images/bookspine.jpg" height="1182" width="650"> +</center> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<blockquote> +<p><i>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.</i> +</blockquote> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<a name="pfront"></a><img alt="pfront.jpg (108K)" src="images/pfront.jpg" height="829" width="599"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS:</h2> + + +<blockquote> + +<p><a href="#p222">The Embarkation</a> +<p><a href="#p248">The Fight</a> +<p><a href="#p252">Eumolpus Reciting</a> +<p><a href="#p258">The Ephesian Matron</a> +<p><a href="#p268">The Rescue of Tryphena</a> +<p><a href="#p278">Corax</a> + +</blockquote> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center> + <h1><a name="THE SATYRICON"></a>THE SATYRICON OF</h1> + <h1>PETRONIUS ARBITER</h1> +</center> + +<br> +<br> + <center><h3>Volume 4.</h3></center> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<blockquote> + + +<p><i><b>BRACKET CODE:</b></i></p> +<p><i>(Forgeries of Nodot)</i></p> +<p><i>[Forgeries of Marchena]</i></p> +<p><i>{Additions of De Salas}</i></p> +<p><i> DW</i></p> +</blockquote> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> + + + + + +<center> +<h1><a name="VOLUME IV."></a>VOLUME IV.</h1> +<h1>ENCOLPIUS, GITON AND EUMOLPUS ESCAPE BY SEA</h1> +</center> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p222"></a><img alt="p222.jpg (56K)" src="images/p222.jpg" height="601" width="583"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE NINETY-NINTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"I have always and everywhere lived such a life that each passing day was +spent as though that light would never return; (that is, in tranquillity! +Put aside those thoughts which worry you, if you wish to follow my lead. +Ascyltos persecutes you here; get out of his way. I am about to start +for foreign parts, you may come with me. I have taken a berth on a +vessel which will probably weigh anchor this very night. I am well known +on board, and we shall be well received.) + +<blockquote> + +<br> Leave then thy home and seek a foreign shore +<br> Brave youth; for thee thy destiny holds more: +<br> To no misfortune yield! The Danube far +<br> Shall know thy spirit, and the polar star, +<br> And placid Nile, and they who dwell in lands +<br> Where sunrise starts, or they where sunset ends! +<br> A new Ulysses treads on foreign sands." + +</blockquote> + +<p>(To me, this advice seemed both sound and practical, because it would +free me from any annoyance by Ascyltos, and because it gave promise of a +happier life. I was overcome by the kindly sympathy of Eumolpus, and was +especially sorry for the latest injury I had done him. I began to repent +my jealousy, which had been the cause of so many unpleasant happenings) +and with many tears, I begged and pled with him to admit me into favor, +as lovers cannot control their furious jealousy, and vowing, at the same +time, that I would not by word or deed give him cause for offense in the +future. And he, like a learned and cultivated gentleman, ought to remove +all irritation from his mind, and leave no trace of it behind. The snows +belong upon the ground in wild and uncultivated regions, but where the +earth has been beautified by the conquest of the plough, the light snow +melts away while you speak of it. And so it is with anger in the heart; +in savage minds it lingers long, it glides quickly away from the +cultured. "That you may experience the truth of what you say," exclaimed +Eumolpus, "see! I end my anger with a kiss. May good luck go with us! +Get your baggage together and follow me, or go on ahead, if you prefer." +While he was speaking, a knock sounded at the door, and a sailor with a +bristling beard stood upon the threshold. "You're hanging in the wind, +Eumolpus," said he, "as if you didn't know that son-of-a-bitch of a +skipper!" Without further delay we all got up. Eumolpus ordered his +servant, who had been asleep for some time, to bring his baggage out. +Giton and I pack together whatever we have for the voyage and, after +praying to the stars, we went aboard. + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDREDTH. +</h2><br> +<p>(We picked out a retired spot on the poop and Eumolpus dozed off, as it +was not yet daylight. Neither Giton nor myself could get a wink of +sleep, however. Anxiously I reflected that I had received Eumolpus as a +comrade, a rival more formidable than Ascyltos, and that thought tortured +me. But reason soon put my uneasiness to flight.) "It is unfortunate," +(said I to myself,) "that the lad has so taken our friend's fancy, but +what of it? Is not nature's every masterpiece common to all? The sun +shines upon all alike! The moon with her innumerable train of stars +lights even the wild beasts to their food. What can be more beautiful +than water? + +<p>"Yet it flows for common use. Shall love alone, then, be stolen, rather +than be regarded as a prize to be won? No, indeed I desire no possession +unless the world envies me for possessing it. A solitary old man can +scarcely become a serious rival; even should he wish to take advantage, +he would lose it through lack of breath." When, but without any +confidence, I had arrived at these conclusions, and beguiled my uneasy +spirit, I covered my head with my tunic and began to feign sleep, when +all of a sudden, as though Fortune were bent upon annihilating my peace +of mind, a voice upon the ship's deck gritted out something like +this--"So he fooled me after all."--As this voice, which was a man's, and was +only too familiar, struck my ears, my heart fluttered. And then a woman, +equally furious, spat out more spitefully still--"If only some god would +put Giton into my hands, what a fine time I would give that runaway." +--Stunned by these unexpected words, we both turned pale as death. I was +completely terrified, and, as though I were enveloped in some turbulent +nightmare, was a long time finding my voice, but at last, with trembling +hands, I tugged at the hem of Eumolpus' clothing, just as he was sinking +into slumber. "Father," I quavered, "on your word of honor, can you tell +me whose ship this is, and whom she has aboard?" Peeved at being +disturbed, "So," he snapped, "this was the reason you wished to have us +quartered in the most inaccessible spot on deck, was it? So we could get +no rest! What good will it do you when I've informed you that Lycas of +Tarentum is master of this ship and that he carries Tryphaena as an exile +to Tarentum?" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIRST. +</h2><br> +<p>I shivered, horror-struck, at this thunderbolt and, beating my throat, +"Oh Destiny," I wailed, "you've vanquished me completely, at last!" As +for Giton, he fell in a faint upon my bosom and remained unconscious for +quite a while, until a sweat finally relieved our tension, whereupon, +hugging Eumolpus around the knees, "Take pity upon the perishing," I +besought him, "in the name of our common learning, aid us! Death himself +hangs over us, and he will come as a relief unless you help us!" +Overwhelmed by this implication, Eumolpus swore by all the gods and +goddesses that he knew nothing of what had happened, nor had he had any +ulterior purpose in mind, but that he had brought his companions upon +this voyage which he himself had long intended taking, with the most +upright intentions and in the best of good faith. "But," demanded he, +"what is this ambush? Who is this Hannibal who sails with us? Lycas of +Tarentum is a most respectable citizen and the owner, not only of this +ship, which he commands in person, but of landed estates as well as +commercial houses under the management of slaves. He carries a cargo +consigned to market. He is the Cyclops, the arch-pirate, to whom we owe +our passage! And then, besides himself, there is Tryphaena, a most +charming woman, travelling about here and there in search of pleasure." +"But," objected Giton, "they are the very ones we are most anxious to +avoid," whereupon he explained to the astonished Eumolpus the reasons for +their enmity and for the danger which threatened us. So muddled did he +become, at what had been told him, that he lost the power of thinking, +and requested each of us to offer his own opinion. "Just imagine," said +he, "that we are trapped in the Cyclops' cave: some way out must be +found, unless we bring about a shipwreck, and free ourselves from all +dangers!" "Bribe the pilot, if necessary, and persuade him to steer the +ship into some port," volunteered Giton; "tell him your brother's nearly +dead from seasickness: your woebegone face and streaming tears will lend +color to your deception, and the pilot may be moved to mercy and grant +your prayer." Eumolpus denied the practicability of this. "It is only +with difficulty," affirmed he, "that large ships are warped into +landlocked harbors, nor would it appear probable that my brother could +have been taken so desperately in so short a time. And then, Lycas will +be sure to want to visit a sick passenger, as part of his duties! You +can see for yourselves what a fine stroke it would be, bringing the +captain to his own runaways! But, supposing that the ship could be put +off her course, supposing that Lycas did not hold sick-call, how could we +leave the ship in such a manner as not to be stared at by all the rest? +With muffled heads? With bare? If muffled, who would not want to lend +the sick man a hand? If bare, what would it mean if not proscribing +ourselves?" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SECOND. +</h2><br> +<p>"Why would it not be better to take refuge in boldness," I asked, "slide +down a rope into the ship's boat, cut the painter, and leave the rest to +luck'? And furthermore, I would not involve Eumolpus in this adventure, +for what is the good of getting an innocent man into troubles with which +he has no concern? I shall be well content if chance helps us into the +boat." "Not a bad scheme," Eumolpus agreed, "if it could only be carried +out: but who could help seeing you when you start? Especially the man at +the helm, who stands watch all night long and observes even the motions +of the stars. But it could be done in spite of that, when he dozed off +for a second, that is, if you chose some other part of the ship from +which to start: as it is, it must be the stern, you must even slip down +the rudder itself, for that is where the painter that holds the boat in +tow is made fast. And there is still something else, Encolpius. I am +surprised that it has not occurred to you that one sailor is on watch, +lying in the boat, night and day. You couldn't get rid of that watchman +except by cutting his throat or throwing him overboard by force. Consult +your own courage as to whether that can be done or not. And as far as my +coming with you is concerned, I shirk no danger which holds out any hopes +of success, but to throw away life without a reason, as if it were a +thing of no moment, is something which I do not believe that even you +would sanction--see what you think of this: I will wrap you up in two +hide baggage covers, tie you up with thongs, and stow you among my +clothing, as baggage, leaving the ends somewhat open, of course, so you +can breathe and get your food. Then I will raise a hue and cry because my +slaves have thrown themselves into the sea, fearing worse punishment; and +when the ship makes port, I will carry you out as baggage without +exciting the slightest suspicion!" "Oh! So you would bundle us up like +we were solid," I sneered; "our bellies wouldn't make trouble for us, of +course, and we'll never sneeze nor snore! And all because a similar +trick turned out successfully before! Think the matter over! Being tied +up could be endured for one day, but suppose it might have to be for +longer? What if we should be becalmed? What if we were struck by a +storm from the wrong quarter of the heavens? What could we do then? +Even clothes will cut through at the wrinkles when they are tied up too +long, and paper in bundles will lose its shape. Do you imagine that we, +who are young and unused to hardship, could endure the filthy rags and +lashings necessary to such an operation, as statues do? No! That's +settled! Some other road to safety must be found! I have thought up a +scheme, see what you think of it! Eumolpus is a man of letters. He will +have ink about him, of course. With this remedy, then, let's change our +complexions, from hair to toe-nails! Then, in the guise of Ethiopian +slaves, we shall be ready at hand to wait upon you, light-hearted as +having escaped the torturer, and, with our altered complexions, we can +impose upon our enemies!" "Yes, indeed," sneered Giton, "and be sure +and circumcise us, too, so we will be taken for Jews, pierce our ears so +we will look like Arabs, chalk our faces so that Gaul will take us for +her own sons; as if color alone could change one's figure! As if many +other details did not require consideration if a passable imposture is to +result! Even granting that the stained face can keep its color for some +time, suppose that not a drop of water should spot the skin, suppose that +the garment did not stick to the ink, as it often does, where no gum is +used, tell me! We can't make our lips so hideously thick, can we? We +can't kink our hair with a curling-iron, can we? We can't harrow our +foreheads with scars, can we? We can't force our legs out into the form +of a bow or walk with our ankle-bones on the ground, can we? Can we trim +our beards after the foreign style? No! Artificial color dirties the +body without changing it. Listen to the plan which I have thought out in +my desperation; let's tie our garments around our heads and throw +ourselves into the deep!" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRD. +</h2><br> +<p>"Gods and men forbid that you should make so base an ending of your +lives," cried Eumolpus. "No! It will be better to do as I direct. As +you may gather, from his razor, my servant is a barber: let him shave +your heads and eyebrows, too, and quickly at that! I will follow after +him, and I will mark my inscription so cleverly upon your foreheads that +you will be mistaken for slaves who have been branded! The same letters +will serve both to quiet the suspicions of the curious and to conceal, +under semblance of punishment, your real features!" We did not delay the +execution of this scheme but, sneaking stealthily to the ship's side, we +submitted our heads and eyebrows to the barber, that he might shave them +clean. Eumolpus covered our foreheads completely, with large letters +and, with a liberal hand, spread the universally known mark of the +fugitive over the face of each of us. As luck would have it, one of the +passengers, who was terribly seasick, was hanging over the ship's side +easing his stomach. He saw the barber busy at his unseasonable task by +the light of the moon and, cursing the omen which resembled the last +offering of a crew before shipwreck, he threw himself into his bunk. +Pretending not to hear his puking curses, we reverted to our melancholy +train of thought and, settling ourselves down in silence, we passed the +remaining hours of the night in fitful slumber. (On the following +morning Eumolpus entered Lycas' cabin as soon as he knew that Tryphaena +was out of bed and, after some conversation upon the happy voyage of +which the fine weather gave promise, Lycas turned to Tryphaena and +remarked:) + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"Priapus appeared to me in a dream and seemed to say--Know that +Encolpius, whom you seek, has, by me, been led aboard your ship!" +Tryphaena trembled violently, "You would think we had slept together," +she cried, "for a bust of Neptune, which I saw in the gallery at Baiae, +said to me, in my dream--You will find Giton aboard Lycas' ship!" "From +which you can see that Epicurus was a man inspired," remarked Eumolpus; +"he passed sentence upon mocking phantasms of that kind in a very witty +manner. + +<blockquote> + +<br> Dreams that delude the mind with flitting shades +<br> By neither powers of air nor gods, are sent: +<br> Each makes his own! And when relaxed in sleep +<br> The members lie, the mind, without restraint +<br> Can flit, and re-enact by night, the deeds +<br> That occupied the day. The warrior fierce, +<br> Who cities shakes and towns destroys by fire +<br> Maneuvering armies sees, and javelins, +<br> And funerals of kings and bloody fields. +<br> +<br> The cringing lawyer dreams of courts and trials, +<br> The miser hides his hoard, new treasures finds: +<br> The hunter's horn and hounds the forests wake, +<br> The shipwrecked sailor from his hulk is swept. +<br> Or, washed aboard, just misses perishing. +<br> Adultresses will bribe, and harlots write +<br> To lovers: dogs, in dreams their hare still course; +<br> And old wounds ache most poignantly in dreams!" +</blockquote> + + +<p>"Still, what's to prevent our searching the ship?" said Lycas, after he +had expiated Tryphaena's dream, "so that we will not be guilty of +neglecting the revelations of Providence?" "And who were the rascals who +were being shaved last night by the light of the moon?" chimed in Hesus, +unexpectedly, for that was the name of the fellow who had caught us at +our furtive transformation in the night. "A rotten thing to do, I swear! +From what I hear, it's unlawful for any living man aboard ship to shed +hair or nails, unless the wind has kicked up a heavy sea." + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTH. +</h2><br> +<p>Lycas was greatly disturbed by this information, and flew into a rage. +"So someone aboard my ship cut off his hair, did he?" he bawled, "and at +dead of night, too! Bring the offenders aft on deck here, and step +lively, so that I can tell whom to punish, from their heads, that the +ship may be freed from the curse!" "I ordered it done," Eumolpus broke +in, "and I didn't order it as an unlucky omen, either, seeing that I had +to be aboard the same vessel: I did it because the scoundrels had long +matted hair, I ordered the filth cleared off the wretches because I did +not wish to even seem to make a prison out of your ship: besides, I did +not want the seared scars of the letters to be hidden in the least, by +the interference of the hair; as they ought to be in plain sight, for +everyone to read, and at full length, too. In addition to their other +misdemeanors, they blew in my money on a street-walker whom they kept in +common; only last night I dragged them away from her, reeking with wine +and perfumes, as they were, and they still stink of the remnants of my +patrimony!" Thereupon, forty stripes were ordered for each of us, that +the tutelary genius of the ship might be propitiated. And they were not +long about it either. Eager to propitiate the tutelary genius with our +wretched blood, the savage sailors rushed upon us with their rope's ends. +For my part, I endured three lashes with Spartan fortitude, but at the +very first blow, Giton set up such a howling that his all too familiar +voice reached the ears of Tryphaena; nor was she the only one who was in +a flutter, for, attracted by this familiar voice, all the maids rushed to +where he was being flogged. Giton had already moderated the ardor of the +sailors by his wonderful beauty, he appealed to his torturers without +uttering a word. "It's Giton! It's Giton!" the maids all screamed in +unison. "Hold your hands, you brutes; help, Madame, it's Giton!" +Tryphaena turned willing ears, she had recognized that voice herself, and +flew to the boy. Lycas, who knew me as well as if he had heard my voice, +now ran up; he glanced at neither face nor hands, but directed his eyes +towards parts lower down; courteously he shook hands with them, "How do +you do, Encolpius," he said. Let no one be surprised at Ulysses' nurse +discovering, after twenty years, the scar that established his identity, +since this man, so keenly observant, had, in spite of the most skillful +disguise of every feature and the obliteration of every identifying mark +upon my body, so surely hit upon the sole means of identifying his +fugitive! Deceived by our appearance, Tryphaena wept bitterly, +believing that the marks upon our foreheads were, in truth, the brands +of prisoners: she asked us gently, into what slave's prison we had fallen +in our wanderings, and whose cruel hands had inflicted this punishment. +Still, fugitives whose members had gotten them into trouble certainly +deserved some punishment. + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTH. +</h2><br> +<p>In a towering passion, Lycas leaped forward, "Oh you silly woman," he +shouted, "as if those scars were made by the letters on the +branding-iron! If only they had really blotched up their foreheads with those +inscriptions, it would be some satisfaction to us, at least; but as it +is, we are being imposed upon by an actor's tricks, and hoaxed by a fake +inscription!" Tryphaena was disposed to mercy, as all was not lost for +her pleasures, but Lycas remembered the seduction of his wife and the +insults to which he had been subjected in the portico of the temple of +Hercules: "Tryphaena," he gritted out, his face convulsed with savage +passion, "you are aware, I believe, that the immortal gods have a hand +in human affairs: what did they do but lead these scoundrels aboard this +ship in ignorance of the owner and then warn each of us alike, by a +coincidence of dreams, of what they had done? Can you then see how it +would be possible to let off those whom a god has, himself, delivered up +to punishment? I am not a cruel man; what moves me is this: I am afraid +I shall have to endure myself whatever I remit to them!" At this +superstitious plea Tryphaena veered around; denying that she would plead +for quarter, she was even anxious to help along the fulfillment of this +retribution, so entirely just: she had herself suffered an insult no less +poignant than had Lycas, for her chastity had been called in question +before a crowd. + +<blockquote> + + +<br> Primeval Fear created Gods on earth when from the sky +<br> The lightning-flashes rent with flame the ramparts of the world, +<br> And smitten Athos blazed! Then, Phoebus, sinking to the earth, +<br> His course complete, and waning Luna, offerings received. +<br> The changing seasons of the year the superstition spread +<br> Throughout the world; and Ignorance and Awe, the toiling boor, +<br> To Ceres, from his harvest, the first fruits compelled to yield +<br> And Bacchus with the fruitful vine to crown. Then Pales came +<br> Into her own, the shepherd's gains to share. Beneath the waves +<br> Of every sea swims Neptune. Pallas guards the shops, +<br> And those impelled by Avarice or Guilt, create new Gods! + +</blockquote> +<p>(Lycas, as he perceived that Tryphaena was as eager as himself for +revenge, gave orders for our punishment to be renewed and made more +drastic, whereupon Eumolpus endeavored to appease him as follows,) + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>("Lycas," said he, "these unfortunates upon whom you intend to wreak your +vengeance, implore your compassion and) have chosen me for this task. +I believe that I am a man, by no means unknown, and they desire that, +somehow, I will effect a reconciliation between them and their former +friends. Surely you do not imagine that these young men fell into such +a snare by accident, when the very first thing that concerns every +prospective passenger is the name of the captain to whom he intrusts his +safety! Be reasonable, then; forego your revenge and permit free men to +proceed to their destination without injury. When penitence manages to +lead their fugitives back, harsh and implacable masters restrain their +cruelty, and we are merciful to enemies who have surrendered. What could +you ask, or wish for, more? These well-born and respectable young men +be suppliant before your eyes and, what ought to move you more strongly +still, were once bound to you by the ties of friendship. If they had +embezzled your money or repaid your faith in them with treachery, +by Hercules, you have ample satisfaction from the punishment already +inflicted! Look! Can you read slavery on their foreheads, and see upon +the faces of free men the brand-marks of a punishment which was +self-inflicted!" Lycas broke in upon this plea for mercy, "Don't try to +confuse the issue," he said, "let every detail have its proper attention +and first of all, why did they strip all the hair off their heads, +if they came of their own free will? A man meditates deceit, not +satisfaction, when he changes his features! Then again, if they sought +reconciliation through a mediator, why did you do your best to conceal +them while employed in their behalf? It is easily seen that the +scoundrels fell into the toils by chance and that you are seeking some +device by which you could sidestep the effects of our resentment. And be +careful that you do not spoil your case by over-confidence when you +attempt to sow prejudice among us by calling them well-born and +respectable! What should the injured parties do when the guilty run into +their own punishment? And inasmuch as they were our friends, by that, +they deserve more drastic punishment still, for whoever commits an +assault upon a stranger, is termed a robber; but whoever assaults a +friend, is little better than a parricide!" "I am well aware," Eumolpus +replied, to rebut this damning harangue, "that nothing can look blacker +against these poor young men than their cutting off their hair at night. +On this evidence, they would seem to have come aboard by accident, not +voluntarily. Oh how I wish that the explanation could come to your ears +just as candidly as the thing itself happened! They wanted to relieve +their heads of that annoying and useless weight before they came aboard, +but the unexpected springing up of the wind prevented the carrying out of +their wishes, and they did not imagine that it mattered where they began +what they had decided to do, because they were unacquainted with either +the omens or the law of seafaring men." "But why should they shave +themselves like suppliants?" demanded Lycas, "unless, of course, they +expected to arouse more sympathy as bald-pates. What's the use of +seeking information through a third person, anyway? You scoundrel, what +have you to say for yourself? What salamander singed off your eyebrows? +You poisoner, what god did you vow your hair to? Answer!" + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p248"></a><img alt="p248.jpg (61K)" src="images/p248.jpg" height="671" width="601"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTH. +</h2><br> +<p>I was stricken dumb, and trembled from fear of punishment, nor could I +find anything to say, out of countenance as I was and hideous, for to the +disgrace of a shaven poll was added an equal baldness in the matter of +eyebrows; the case against me was only too plain, there was not a thing +to be said or done! Finally, a damp sponge was passed over my tear-wet +face, and thereupon, the smut dissolved and spread over my whole +countenance, blotting out every feature in a sooty cloud. Anger turned +into loathing. Swearing that he would permit no one to humiliate +well-born young men contrary to right and law, Eumolpus checked the threats of +the savage persecutors by word and by deed. His hired servant backed him +up in his protest, as did first one and then another of the feeblest of +the seasick passengers, whose participation served rather to inflame the +disagreement than to be of help to us. For myself I asked no quarter, +but I shook my fists in Tryphaena's face, and told her in a loud voice +that unless she stopped hurting Giton, I would use every ounce of my +strength against her, reprobate woman that she was, the only person +aboard the ship who deserved a flogging. Lycas was furiously angry at my +hardihood, nor was he less enraged at my abandoning my own cause, to take +up that of another, in so wholehearted a manner. Inflamed as she was by +this affront, Tryphaena was as furious as he, so the whole ship's company +was divided into two factions. On our side, the hired barber armed +himself with a razor and served out the others to us; on their side, +Tryphaena's retainers prepared to battle with their bare fists, nor was +the scolding of female warriors unheard in the battle-line. The pilot +was neutral, but he declared that unless this madness, stirred up by the +lechery of a couple of vagabonds, died down, he would let go the helm! +The fury of the combatants continued to rage none the less fiercely, +nevertheless, they fighting for revenge, we for life. Many fell on each +side, though none were mortally wounded, and more, bleeding from wounds, +retreated, as from a real battle, but the fury of neither side abated. +At last the gallant Giton turned the menacing razor against his own +virile parts, and threatened to cut away the cause of so many +misfortunes. This was too much for Tryphaena; she prevented the +perpetration of so horrid a crime by the out and out promise of quarter. +Time and time again, I lifted the barber's blade to my throat, but I had +no more intention of killing myself than had Giton of doing what he +threatened, but he acted out the tragic part more realistically than I, +as it was, because he knew that he held in his hand the same razor with +which he had already cut his throat. The lines still stood at the ready, +and it was plain to be seen that this would be no everyday affair, when +the pilot, with difficulty, prevailed upon Tryphaena to undertake the +office of herald, and propose a truce; so, when pledges of good faith had +been given and received, in keeping with the ancient precedent she +snatched an olive-branch from the ship's figurehead and, holding it out, +advanced boldly to parley. + +<blockquote> + +<br> "What fury," she exclaims, "turns peace to war? What evil deed +<br> Was by these hands committed? Trojan hero there is none +<br> Absconding in this ship with bride of Atreus' cuckold seed +<br> Nor crazed Medea, stained by life's blood of her father's son! +<br> But passion scorned, becomes a power: alas! who courts his end +<br> By drawing sword amidst these waves? Why die before our time? +<br> Strive not with angry seas to vie and to their fury lend +<br> Your rage by piling waves upon its savage floods sublime !" + + +</blockquote> +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINTH. +</h2><br> +<p>The woman poured out this rhapsody in a loud excited voice, the +battle-line wavered for an instant, then all hands were recalled to peace and +terminated the war. Eumolpus, our commander, took advantage of the +psychological moment of their repentance and, after administering a +stinging rebuke to Lycas, signed a treaty of peace which was drawn up as +follows: "It is hereby solemnly agreed on your part, Tryphaena, that you +do forego complaint of any wrong done you by Giton; that you do not bring +up anything that has taken place prior to this date, that you do not seek +to revenge anything that has taken place prior to this date, that you do +not take steps to follow it up in any other manner whatsoever; that you +do not command the boy to perform anything to him repugnant; that you do +neither embrace nor kiss the said Giton; that you do not enfold said +Giton in the sexual embrace, except under immediate forfeiture of one +hundred denarii. Item, it is hereby agreed on your part, Lycas, that you +do refrain from annoying Encolpius with abusive word or reproachful look; +that you do not seek to ascertain where he sleep at night; or, if you do +so seek, that you forfeit two hundred denarii immediately for each and +every such offense." The treaty was signed upon these terms, and we laid +down our arms. It seemed well to wipe out the past with kisses, after we +had taken oath, for fear any vestige of rancor should persist in our +minds. Factious hatreds died out amidst universal good-fellowship, and a +banquet, served on the field of battle, crowned our reconciliation with +joviality. The whole ship resounded with song and, as a sudden calm had +caused her to lose headway, one tried to harpoon the leaping fish, +another hauled in the struggling catch on baited hooks. Then some +sea-birds alighted upon the yard-arms and a skillful fowler touched them with +his jointed rods: they were brought down to our hands, stuck fast to the +limed segments. The breeze caught up the down, but the wing and tail +feathers twisted spirally as they fell into the sea-foam. Lycas was +already beginning to be on good terms with me, and Tryphaena had just +sprinkled Giton with the last drops in her cup, when Eumolpus, who was +himself almost drunk, was seized with the notion of satirizing bald pates +and branded rascals, but when he had exhausted his chilly wit, he +returned at last to his poetry and recited this little elegy upon hair: + +<blockquote> + + +<br> "Gone are those locks that to thy beauty lent such lustrous charm +<br> And blighted are the locks of Spring by bitter Winter's sway; +<br> Thy naked temples now in baldness mourn their vanished form, +<br> And glistens now that poor bare crown, its hair all worn away +<br> Oh! Faithless inconsistency! The gods must first resume +<br> The charms that first they granted youth, that it might lovelier bloom! +<br> +<br> Poor wretch, but late thy locks did brighter glister +<br> Than those of great Apollo or his sister! +<br> Now, smoother is thy crown than polished grasses +<br> Or rounded mushrooms when a shower passes! +<br> In fear thou fliest the laughter-loving lasses. +<br> That thou may'st know that Death is on his way, +<br> Know that thy head is partly dead this day!" +</blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p252"></a><img alt="p252.jpg (90K)" src="images/p252.jpg" height="767" width="611"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>It is my opinion that he intended favoring us with more of the same kind +of stuff, sillier than the last, but Tryphaena's maid led Giton away +below and fitted the lad out in her mistress' false curls; then producing +some eyebrows from a vanity box, she skillfully traced out the lines of +the lost features and restored him to his proper comeliness. Recognizing +the real Giton, Tryphaena was moved to tears, and then for the first time +she gave the boy a real love-kiss. I was overjoyed, now that the lad was +restored to his own handsome self, but I hid my own face all the more +assiduously, realizing that I was disfigured by no ordinary hideousness +since not even Lycas would bestow a word upon me. The maid rescued me +from this misfortune finally, however, and calling me aside, she decked +me out with a head of hair which was none the less becoming; my face +shone more radiantly still, as a matter of fact, for my curls were +golden! But in a little while, Eumolpus, mouthpiece of the distressed +and author of the present good understanding, fearing that the general +good humor might flag for lack of amusement, began to indulge in sneers +at the fickleness of women: how easily they fell in love; how readily +they forgot even their own sons! No woman could be so chaste but that +she could be roused to madness by a chance passion! Nor had he need to +quote from old tragedies, or to have recourse to names, notorious for +centuries; on the contrary, if we cared to hear it, he would relate an +incident which had occurred within his own memory, whereupon, as we all +turned our faces towards him and gave him our attention, he began as +follows: + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p258"></a><img alt="p258.jpg (110K)" src="images/p258.jpg" height="829" width="565"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"There was a certain married lady at Ephesus, once upon a time, so noted +for her chastity that she even drew women from the neighboring states to +come to gaze upon her! When she carried out her husband she was by no +means content to comply with the conventional custom and follow the +funeral cortege with her hair down, beating her naked breast in sight of +the onlookers! She followed the corpse, even into the tomb; and when the +body had been placed in the vault, in accordance with the Greek custom, +she began to stand vigil over it, weeping day and night! Neither parents +nor relations could divert her from punishing herself in this manner and +from bringing on death by starvation. The magistrates, the last resort, +were rebuffed and went away, and the lady, mourned by all as an unusual +example, dragged through the fifth day without nourishment. A most +faithful maid was in attendance upon the poor woman; she either wept in +company with the afflicted one or replenished the lamp which was placed +in the vault, as the occasion required. Throughout the whole city there +was but one opinion, men of every calling agreed that here shone the one +solitary example of chastity and of love! In the meantime the governor +of the province had ordered some robbers crucified near the little vault +in which the lady was bewailing her recent loss. On the following night, +a soldier who was standing guard over the crosses for fear someone might +drag down one of the bodies for burial, saw a light shining brightly +among the tombs, and heard the sobs of someone grieving. A weakness +common to mankind made him curious to know who was there and what was +going on, so he descended into the tomb and, catching sight of a most +beautiful woman, he stood still, afraid at first that it was some +apparition or spirit from the infernal regions; but he finally +comprehended the true state of affairs as his eye took in the corpse +lying there, and as he noted the tears and the face lacerated by the +finger-nails, he understood that the lady was unable to endure the loss +of the dear departed. He then brought his own scanty ration into the +vault and exhorted the sobbing mourner not to persevere in useless grief, +or rend her bosom with unavailing sobs; the same end awaited us all, the +same last resting place: and other platitudes by which anguished minds +are recalled to sanity. But oblivious to sympathy, she beat and +lacerated her bosom more vehemently than before and, tearing out her +hair, she strewed it upon the breast of the corpse. Notwithstanding +this, the soldier would not leave off, but persisted in exhorting the +unfortunate lady to eat, until the maid, seduced by the smell of the +wine, I suppose, was herself overcome and stretched out her hand to +receive the bounty of their host. Refreshed by food and drink, she +then began to attack the obstinacy of her mistress. 'What good will it +do you to die of hunger?' she asked, 'or to bury yourself alive'? Or to +surrender an uncondemned spirit before the fates demand it? 'Think you +the ashes or sepultured dead can feel aught of thy woe! Would you recall +the dead from the reluctant fates? Why not shake off this womanish +weakness and enjoy the blessings of light while you can? The very corpse +lying there ought to convince you that your duty is to live!' When +pressed to eat or to live, no one listens unwillingly, and the lady, +thirsty after an abstinence of several days, finally permitted her +obstinacy to be overcome; nor did she take her fill of nourishment +with less avidity than had the maid who had surrendered first." + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWELFTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"But to make a long story short, you know the temptations that beset a +full stomach: the soldier laid siege to her virtue with the selfsame +blandishments by which he had persuaded her that she ought to live. Nor, +to her modest eye, did the young man seem uncouth or wanting in address. +The maid pled in his behalf and kept repeating: + +<blockquote> + + +<br> Why will you fight with a passion that to you is pleasure, +<br> Remembering not in whose lands you are taking your leisure? +</blockquote> + +<p>"But why should I keep you longer in suspense? The lady observed the +same abstinence when it came to this part of her body, and the victorious +soldier won both of his objectives; so they lay together, not only +that night, in which they pledged their vows, but also the next, and even +the third, shutting the doors of the vault, of course, so that anyone, +acquaintance or stranger, coming to the tomb, would be convinced that +this most virtuous of wives had expired upon the body of her husband. As +for the soldier, so delighted was he with the beauty of his mistress and +the secrecy of the intrigue, that he purchased all the delicacies his pay +permitted and smuggled them into the vault as soon as darkness fell. +Meanwhile, the parents of one of the crucified criminals, observing the +laxness of the watch, dragged the hanging corpse down at night and +performed the last rite. The soldier was hoodwinked while absent from +his post of duty, and when on the following day he caught sight of one of +the crosses without its corpse, he was in terror of punishment and +explained to the lady what had taken place: He would await no sentence of +court-martial, but would punish his neglect of duty with his own sword! +Let her prepare a place for one about to die, let that fatal vault serve +both the lover and the husband! 'Not that,' cried out the lady, no less +merciful than chaste, 'the gods forbid that I should look at the same +time upon the corpses of the two men dearest to me; I would rather hang +the dead than slay the living!' So saying, she gave orders for the body +of her husband to be lifted out of the coffin and fastened upon the +vacant cross! The soldier availed himself of the expedient suggested by +this very ingenious lady and next day everyone wondered how a dead man +had found his way to the cross!" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>The sailors received this tale with roars of laughter, and Tryphaena +blushed not a little and laid her face amorously upon Giton's neck. But +Lycas did not laugh; "If that governor had been a just man," said he, +shaking his head angrily, "he would have ordered the husband's body taken +down and carried back into the vault, and crucified the woman." No doubt +the memory of Hedyle haunted his mind, and the looting of his ship in +that wanton excursion. But the terms of the treaty permitted the +harboring of no old grudges and the joy which filled our hearts left no +room for anger. Tryphaena was lying in Giton's lap by this time, +covering his bosom with kisses one minute and rearranging the curls upon +his shaven head the next. Uneasy and chagrined at this new league, I +took neither food nor drink but looked askance at them both, with grim +eyes. Every kiss was a wound to me, every artful blandishment which the +wanton woman employed, and I could not make up my mind as to whether I +was more angered at the boy for having supplanted me with my mistress, or +at my mistress for debauching the boy: both were hateful to my sight, and +more galling than my late servitude. And to make the matter all the more +aggravating, Tryphaena would not even greet me as an acquaintance, whom +she had formerly received as a lover, while Giton did not think me worthy +of a "Here's-to-you" in ordinary civility, nor even speak to me in the +course of the common conversation; I suppose he was afraid of reopening a +tender scar at the moment when a return to her good graces had commenced +to draw it together. Tears of vexation dropped upon my breast and the +groan I smothered in a sigh nearly wracked my soul. + +<blockquote> + +<br> The vulture tearing; at the liver's deep and vital parts, +<br> That wracks our breasts and rends our very heartstrings +<br> Is not that bird the charming poet sings with all his arts; +<br> 'T'is jealousy or hate that human hearts stings. + + +</blockquote> +<p>(In spite of my ill-humor, Lycas saw how well my golden curls became me +and, becoming enamoured anew, began winking his wanton eyes at me and) +sought admission to my good graces upon a footing of pleasure, nor did he +put on the arrogance of a master, but spoke as a friend asking a favor; +(long and ardently he tried to gain his ends, but all in vain, till at +last, meeting with a decisive repulse, his passion turned to fury and he +tried to carry the place by storm; but Tryphaena came in unexpectedly and +caught him in his wanton attempt, whereupon he was greatly upset and +hastily adjusted his clothing and bolted out of the cabin. Tryphaena was +fired with lust at this sight, "What was Lycas up to?" she demanded. +"What was he after in that ardent assault?" She compelled me to explain, +burned still more hotly at what she heard, and, recalling memories of our +past familiarities, she desired me to renew our old amour, but I was worn +out with so much venery and slighted her advances. She was burning up +with desire by this time, and threw her arms around me in a frenzied +embrace, hugging me so tightly that I uttered an involuntary cry of pain. +One of her maids rushed in at this and, thinking that I was attempting to +force from her mistress the very favor which I had refused her, she +sprang at us and tore us apart. Thoroughly enraged at the disappointment +of her lecherous passion, Tryphaena upbraided me violently, and with many +threats she hurried out to find Lycas for the purpose of exasperating him +further against me and of joining forces with him to be revenged upon me. +Now you must know that I had formerly held a very high place in this +waiting-maid's esteem, while I was prosecuting my intrigue with her +mistress, and for that reason she took it very hard when she surprised me +with Tryphaena, and sobbed very bitterly. I pressed her earnestly to tell +me the reason for her sobs) {and after pretending to be reluctant she +broke out:} "You will think no more of her than of a common prostitute if +you have a drop of decent blood in your veins! You will not resort to +that female catamite, if you are a man!" {This disturbed my mind but} +what exercised me most was the fear that Eumolpus would find out what +was going on and, being a very sarcastic individual, might revenge my +supposed injury in some poetic lampoon, (in which event his ardent zeal +would without doubt expose me to ridicule, and I greatly dreaded that. +But while I was debating with myself as to the best means of preventing +him from getting at the facts, who should suddenly come in but the man +himself; and he was not uninformed as to what had taken place, for +Tryphaena had related all the particulars to Giton and had tried to +indemnify herself for my repulse, at the expense of my little friend. +Eumolpus was furiously angry because of all this, and all the more so as +lascivious advances were in open violation of the treaty which had been +signed. The minute the old fellow laid eyes upon me, he began bewailing +my lot and ordered me to tell him exactly what had happened. As he was +already well informed, I told him frankly of Lycas' lecherous attempt and +of Tryphaena's wanton assault. When he had heard all the facts,) +Eumolpus swore roundly (that he would certainly avenge us, as the Gods +were just and would not suffer so many villainies to go unpunished.) + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p268"></a><img alt="p268.jpg (102K)" src="images/p268.jpg" height="895" width="549"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>We were still discussing this and other matters when the sea grew rough, +and clouds, gathering from every quarter, obscured with darkness the +light of day. The panic- stricken sailors ran to their stations and took +in sail before the squall was upon them, but the gale did not drive the +waves in any one direction and the helmsman lost his bearings and did not +know what course to steer. At one moment the wind would set towards +Sicily, but the next, the North Wind, prevailing on the Italian coast, +would drive the unlucky vessel hither and yon; and, what was more +dangerous than all the rain-squalls, a pall of such black density blotted +out the light that the helmsman could not even see as far forward as the +bow. At last, as the savage fury of the sea grew more malignant, the +trembling Lycas stretched out his hands to me imploringly. "Save us from +destruction, Encolpius," he shouted; "restore that sacred robe and holy +rattle to the ship! Be merciful, for heaven's sake, just as you used to +be!" He was still shouting when a windsquall swept him into the sea; the +raging elements whirled him around and around in a terrible maelstrom and +sucked him down. Tryphaena, on the other hand, was seized by her +faithful servants, placed in a skiff, along with the greater part of her +belongings, and saved from certain death. Embracing Giton, I wept aloud: +"Did we deserve this from the gods," I cried, "to be united only in +death? No! Malignant fortune grudges even that. Look! In an instant +the waves will capsize the ship! Think! In an instant the sea will +sever this lover's embrace! If you ever loved Encolpius truly, kiss him +while yet you may and snatch this last delight from impending +dissolution!" Even as I was speaking, Giton removed his garment and, +creeping beneath my tunic, he stuck out his head to be kissed; then, +fearing some more spiteful wave might separate us as we clung together, +he passed his belt around us both. "If nothing else," he cried, "the sea +will at least bear us longer, joined together, and if, in pity, it casts +us up upon the same shore, some passerby may pile some stones over us, +out of common human kindness, or the last rites will be performed by the +drifting sand, in spite of the angry waves." I submit to this last bond +and, as though I were laid out upon my death-bed, await an end no longer +dreaded. Meanwhile, accomplishing the decrees of the Fates, the storm +stripped the ship of all that was left; no mast, no helm, not a rope nor +an oar remained on board her; she was only a derelict, heavy and +water-logged, drifting before the waves. Some fishermen hastily put off +in their little boats to salvage their booty, but, seeing men alive and +ready to defend their property, they changed their predatory designs into +offers of help. + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEENTH. +</h2><br><br><br><br> +<p>Just then, amid that clamor of voices we heard a peculiar noise, and from +beneath the captain's cabin there came a bellowing as of some wild beast +trying to get out. We then followed up the sound and discovered +Eumolpus, sitting there scribbling verses upon an immense sheet of +parchment! Astounded that he could find time to write poetry at death's +very door, we hauled him out, in spite of his protests, and ordered him +to return to his senses, but he flew into a rage at being interrupted; +"Leave me alone until I finish this sentence," he bawled; "the poem +labors to its birth." Ordering Giton to come to close quarters and help +me drag the bellowing bard ashore, I laid hands upon the lunatic. When +this job had at last been completed, we came, wet and wretched, to a +fisherman's hut and refreshed ourselves somewhat with stores from the +wreck, spoiled though they were by salt water, and passed a night that +was almost interminable. As we were holding a council, next day, to +determine to what part of the country we had best proceed, I suddenly +caught sight of a human body, turning around in a gentle eddy and +floating towards the shore. Stricken with melancholy, I stood still and +began to brood, with wet eyes, upon the treachery of the sea. "And +perhaps," said I, "a wife, safe in some far-away country of the earth, +awaits this man, or a son who little dreams of storms or wrecks; or +perhaps he left behind a father, whom he kissed good-by at parting! Such +is the end of mortal's plans, such is the outcome of great ambitions! +See how man rides the waves!" Until now, I had been sorrowing for a mere +stranger, but a wave turned the face, which had undergone no change, +towards the shore, and I recognized Lycas; so evil- tempered and so +unrelenting but a short time before, now cast up almost at my feet! I +could no longer restrain the tears, at this; I beat my breast again and +yet again, with my hands. "Where is your evil temper now?" I cried. +"Where is your unbridled passion? You be there, a prey to fish and wild +beasts, you who boasted but a little while ago of the strength of your +command. Now you have not a single plank left of your great ship! Go +on, mortals; set your hearts upon the fulfillment of great ambitions: Go +on, schemers, and in your wills control for a thousand years the disposal +of the wealth you got by fraud! Only yesterday this man audited the +accounts of his family estate, yea, even reckoned the day he would arrive +in his native land and settled it in his mind! Gods and goddesses, how +far he lies from his appointed destination! But the waves of the sea are +not alone in thus keeping faith with mortal men: The warrior's weapons +fail him; the citizen is buried beneath the ruins of his own penates, +when engaged in paying his vows to the gods; another falls from his +chariot and dashes out his ardent spirit; the glutton chokes at dinner; +the niggard starves from abstinence. Give the dice a fair throw and you +will find shipwreck everywhere! Ah, but one overwhelmed by the waves +obtains no burial! As though it matters in what manner the body, once it +is dead, is consumed: by fire, by flood, by time! Do what you will, +these all achieve the same end. Ah, but the beasts will mangle the body! +As though fire would deal with it any more gently; when we are angry with +our slaves that is the punishment which we consider the most severe. +What folly it is, then, to do everything we can to prevent the grave from +leaving any part of us behind {when the Fates will look out for us, event +against our wills."} (After these reflections we made ready to pay the +last rites to the corpse,) and Lycas was burned upon a funeral pyre +raised by the hands of enemies, while Eumolpus, fixing his eyes upon the +far distance to gain inspiration, composed an epitaph for the dead man: + +<center> +<p> HIS FATE WAS UNAVOIDABLE + +<p> NO ROCK-HEWN TOMB NOR SCULPTURED MARBLE HIS, + +<p> HIS NOBLE CORPSE FIVE FEET OF EARTH RECEIVED, + +<p> HE RESTS IN PEACE BENEATH THIS HUMBLE MOUND. +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>We set out upon our intended journey, after this last office had been +wholeheartedly performed, and, in a little while, arrived, sweating, at +the top of a mountain, from which we made out, at no great distance, a +town, perched upon the summit of a lofty eminence. Wanderers as we were, +we had no idea what town it could be, until we learned from a caretaker +that it was Crotona, a very ancient city, and once the first in Italy. +When we earnestly inquired, upon learning this, what men inhabited such +historic ground, and the nature of the business in which they were +principally engaged, now that their wealth had been dissipated by the oft +recurring wars, "My friends," replied he, "if you are men of business, +change your plans and seek out some other conservative road to a +livelihood, but if you can play the part of men of great culture, always +ready with a lie, you are on the straight road to riches: The study of +literature is held in no estimation in that city, eloquence has no niche +there, economy and decent standards of morality come into no reward of +honor there; you must know that every man whom you will meet in that city +belongs to one of two factions; they either 'take-in,' or else they are +'taken-in.' No one brings up children in that city, for the reason that +no one who has heirs is invited to dinner or admitted to the games; such +an one is deprived of all enjoyments and must lurk with the rabble. On +the other hand, those who have never married a wife, or those who have no +near relatives, attain to the very highest honors; in other words, they +are the only ones who are considered soldierly, or the bravest of the +brave, or even good. You will see a town which resembles the fields in +time of pestilence," he continued, "in which there is nothing but +carcasses to be torn at and carrion crows tearing at them." + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p278"></a><img alt="p278.jpg (52K)" src="images/p278.jpg" height="951" width="581"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>Eumolpus, who had a deeper insight, turned this state of affairs over in +his mind and declared that he was not displeased with a prospect of that +kind. I thought the old fellow was joking in the care-free way of poets, +until he complained, "If I could only put up a better front! I mean that +I wish my clothing was in better taste, that my jewelry was more +expensive; all this would lend color to my deception: I would not carry +this scrip, by Hercules, I would not I would lead you all to great +riches!" For my part, I undertook to supply whatever my companion in +robbery had need of, provided he would be satisfied with the garment, and +with whatever spoils the villa of Lycurgus had yielded when we robbed it; +as for money against present needs, the Mother of the Gods would see to +that, out of regard to her own good name! "Well, what's to prevent our +putting on an extravaganza?" demanded Eumolpus. "Make me the master if +the business appeals to you." No one ventured to condemn a scheme by +which he could lose nothing, and so, that the lie would be kept safe +among us all, we swore a solemn oath, the words of which were dictated by +Eumolpus, to endure fire, chains, flogging, death by the sword, and +whatever else Eumolpus might demand of us, just like regular gladiators! +After the oath had been taken, we paid our respects to our master with +pretended servility, and were informed that Eumolpus had lost a son, a +young man of great eloquence and promise, and that it was for this reason +the poor old man had left his native land that he might not see the +companions and clients of his son, nor even his tomb, which was the cause +of his daily tears. To this misfortune a recent shipwreck had been +added, in which he had lost upwards of two millions of sesterces; not +that he minded the loss but, destitute of a train of servants he could +not keep up his proper dignity! Furthermore, he had, invested in Africa, +thirty millions of sesterces in estates and bonds; such a horde of his +slaves was scattered over the fields of Numidia that he could have even +sacked Carthage! We demanded that Eumolpus cough frequently, to further +this scheme, that he have trouble with his stomach and find fault with +all the food when in company, that he keep talking of gold and silver and +estates, the incomes from which were not what they should be, and of the +everlasting unproductiveness of the soil; that he cast up his accounts +daily, that he revise the terms of his will monthly, and, for fear any +detail should be lacking to make the farce complete, he was to use the +wrong names whenever he wished to summon any of us, so that it would be +plain to all that the master had in mind some who were not present. When +everything had been thus provided for, we offered a prayer to the gods +"that the matter might turn out well and happily," and took to the road. +But Giton could not bear up under his unaccustomed load, and the hired +servant Corax, a shirker of work, often put down his own load and cursed +our haste, swearing that he would either throw his packs away or run away +with his load. "What do you take me for, a beast of burden?" he +grumbled, "or a scow for carrying stone? I hired out to do the work of a +man, not that of a pack-horse, and I'm as free as you are, even if my +father did leave me poor!" Not satisfied with swearing, he lifted up his +leg from time to time and filled the road with an obscene noise and a +filthy stench. Giton laughed at his impudence and imitated every +explosion with his lips, {but Eumolpus relapsed into his usual vein, even +in spite of this.} + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"Young men," said he, "many are they who have been seduced by poetry; +for, the instant a man has composed a verse in feet, and has woven a more +delicate meaning into it by means of circumlocutions, he straightway +concludes that he has scaled Helicon! Take those who are worn out by the +distressing detail of the legal profession, for example: they often seek +sanctuary in the tranquillity of poetry, as a more sheltered haven, +believing themselves able more easily to compose a poem than a rebuttal +charged with scintillating epigrams! But a more highly cultivated mind +loves not this conceited affectation, nor can it either conceive or bring +forth, unless it has been steeped in the vast flood of literature. Every +word that is what I would call 'low,' ought to be avoided, and phrases +far removed from plebeian usage should be chosen. Let 'Ye rabble rout +avaunt,' be your rule. In addition, care should be exercised in +preventing the epigrams from standing out from the body of the speech; +they should gleam with the brilliancy woven into the fabric. Homer is an +example, and the lyric poets, and our Roman Virgil, and the exquisite +propriety of Horace. Either the others did not discover the road that +leads to poetry, or, having seen, they feared to tread it. Whoever +attempts that mighty theme, the civil war, for instance, will sink under +the load unless he is saturated with literature. Events, past and +passing, ought not to be merely recorded in verse, the historian will +deal with them far better; by means of circumlocutions and the +intervention of the immortals, the free spirit, wracked by the search for +epigrams having a mythological illusion, should plunge headlong and +appear as the prophecy of a mind inspired rather than the attested faith +of scrupulous exactitude in speech. This hasty composition may please +you, even though it has not yet received its final polishing:" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEENTH. +</h2><br> + +<blockquote> + + + +<br> "The conquering Roman now held the whole world in his sway, + +<br> The ocean, the land; where the sun shone by day or the moon + +<br> Gleamed by night: but unsated was he. And the seas + +<br> Were roiled by the weight of his deep-laden keels; if a bay + +<br> Lay hidden beyond, or a land which might yield yellow gold + +<br> 'Twas held as a foe. While the struggle for treasure went on + +<br> The fates were preparing the horrors and scourges of war. + +<br> Amusements enjoyed by the vulgar no longer can charm + +<br> Nor pleasures worn threadbare by use of the plebeian mob. + +<br> The bronzes of Corinth are praised by the soldier at sea; + +<br> And glittering gems sought in earth, vie with purple of Tyre; + +<br> Numidia curses her here, there, the exquisite silks + +<br> Of China; Arabia's people have stripped their own fields. + +<br> Behold other woes and calamities outraging peace! + +<br> Wild beasts, in the forest are hunted, for gold; and remote + +<br> African hammon is covered by beaters, for fear + +<br> Some beast that slays men with his teeth shall escape, for by that + +<br> His value to men is enhanced! The vessels receive + +<br> Strange ravening monsters; the tiger behind gilded bars + +<br> And pacing his cage is transported to Rome, that his jaws + +<br> May drip with the life blood of men to the plaudits of men + +<br> Oh shame! To point out our impending destruction; the crime + +<br> Of Persia enacted anew; in his puberty's bloom + +<br> The man child is kidnapped; surrenders his powers to the knife, + +<br> Is forced to the calling of Venus; delayed and hedged round + +<br> The hurrying passage of life's finest years is held back + +<br> And Nature seeks Nature but finds herself not. Everywhere + +<br> These frail-limbed and mincing effeminates, flowing of locks, + +<br> Bedecked with an infinite number of garments of silk + +<br> Whose names ever change, the wantons and lechers to snare, + +<br> Are eagerly welcomed! From African soil now behold + +<br> The citron-wood tables; their well-burnished surface reflects + +<br> Our Tyrian purples and slaves by the horde, and whose spots + +<br> Resemble the gold that is cheaper than they and ensnare + +<br> Extravagance. Sterile and ignobly prized is the wood + +<br> But round it is gathered a company sodden with wine; + +<br> And soldiers of fortune whose weapons have rusted, devour + +<br> The spoils of the world. Art caters to appetite. Wrasse + +<br> From Sicily brought to their table, alive in his own Sea water. + +<br> The oysters from Lucrine's shore torn, at the feast + +<br> Are served to make famous the host; and the appetite, cloyed, + +<br> To tempt by extravagance. Phasis has now been despoiled + +<br> Of birds, its littoral silent, no sound there is heard + +<br> Save only the wind as it rustles among the last leaves. + +<br> Corruption no less vile is seen in the campus of Mars, + +<br> Our quirites are bribed; and for plunder and promise of gain + +<br> Their votes they will alter. The people is venal; corrupt + +<br> The Senate; support has its price! And the freedom and worth + +<br> Of age is decayed, scattered largesse now governs their power; + +<br> Corrupted by gold, even dignity lies in the dust. + +<br> Cato defeated and hooted by mobs, but the victor + +<br> Is sadder, ashamed to have taken the rods from a Cato: + +<br> In this lay the shame of the nation and character's downfall, + +<br> 'Twas not the defeat of a man! No! The power and the glory + +<br> Of Rome were brought low; represented in him was the honor + +<br> Of sturdy Republican Rome. So, abandoned and wretched, + +<br> The city has purchased dishonor: has purchased herself! + +<br> Despoiled by herself, no avenger to wipe out the stigma + +<br> Twin maelstroms of debt and of usury suck down the commons. + +<br> No home with clear title, no citizen free from a mortgage, + +<br> But as some slow wasting disease all unheralded fastens + +<br> Its hold on the vitals, destroying the vigor of manhood, + +<br> So, fear of the evils impending, impels them to madness. + +<br> Despair turns to violence, luxury's ravages needs must + +<br> Repaired be by bloodshed, for indigence safely can venture. + +<br> Can art or sane reason rouse wallowing Rome from the offal + +<br> And break the voluptuous slumber in which she is sunken? + +<br> Or must it be fury and war and the blood-lust of daggers?" +</blockquote> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTIETH. +</h2><br> +<blockquote> + + +<br> "Three chieftains did fortune bring forth, whom the fury of battles + +<br> Destroyed; and interred, each one under a mountain of weapons; + +<br> The Parthian has Crassus, Pompeius the Great by the waters + +<br> Of Egypt lies. Julius, ungrateful Rome stained with his life blood. + +<br> And earth has divided their ashes, unable to suffer + +<br> The weight of so many tombs. These are the wages of glory! + +<br> There lies between Naples and Great Puteoli, a chasm + +<br> Deep cloven, and Cocytus churns there his current; the vapor + +<br> In fury escapes from the gorge with that lethal spray laden. + +<br> No green in the aututun is there, no grass gladdens the meadow, + +<br> The supple twigs never resound with the twittering singing + +<br> Of birds in the Springtime. But chaos, volcanic black boulders + +<br> Of pumice lie Happy within their drear setting of cypress. + +<br> Amidst these infernal surroundings the ruler of Hades + +<br> Uplifted his head by the funeral flames silhouetted + +<br> And sprinkled with white from the ashes of corpses; and challenged + +<br> Winged Fortune in words such as these: 'Oh thou fickle controller + +<br> Of things upon earth and in heaven, security's foeman, + +<br> Oh Chance! Oh thou lover eternally faithful to change, and + +<br> Possession's betrayer, dost own thyself crushed by the power + +<br> Of Rome? Canst not raise up the tottering mass to its downfall + +<br> Its strength the young manhood of Rome now despises, and staggers + +<br> In bearing the booty heaped up by its efforts: behold how + +<br> They lavish their spoils! Wealth run mad now brings down their + destruction. + +<br> They build out of gold and their palaces reach to the heavens; + +<br> The sea is expelled by their moles and their pastures are oceans; + +<br> They war against Nature in changing the state of creation. + +<br> They threaten my kingdom! Earth yawns with their tunnels deep + driven + +<br> To furnish the stone for their madmen's foundations; already + +<br> The mountains are hollowed and now but re-echoing caverns; + +<br> While man quarries marble to serve his vainglorious purpose + +<br> The spirits infernal confess that they hope to win Heaven! + +<br> Arise, then, O Chance, change thy countenance peaceful to warlike + +<br> And harry the Romans, consign to my kingdom the fallen. + +<br> Ah, long is it now since my lips were with blood cooled and + moistened, + +<br> Nor has my Tisiphone bathed her blood-lusting body + +<br> Since Sulla's sword drank to repletion and earth's bristling harvest + +<br> Grew ripe upon blood and thrust up to the light of the sunshine!'" + +</blockquote> +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIRST. +</h2><br> +<blockquote> + +<br> "He spake ... and attempted to clasp the right hand of Fortuna, + +<br> But ruptured the crust of the earth, deeply cloven, asunder. + +<br> Then from her capricious heart Fortune made answer: 'O father + +<br> Whom Cocytus' deepest abysses obey, if to forecast + +<br> The future I may, without fear, thy petition shall prosper; + +<br> For no less consuming the anger that wars in this bosom, + +<br> The flame no less poignant, that burns to my marrow All favors + +<br> I gave to the bulwarks of Rome, now, I hate them. My + +<br> Gifts I repent! The same God who built up their dominion + +<br> Shall bring down destruction upon it. In burning their manhood + +<br> My heart shall delight and its blood-lust shall slake with their + slaughter. + +<br> Now Philippi's field I can see strewn with dead of two battles + +<br> And Thessaly's funeral pyres and Iberia mourning. + +<br> Already the clangor of arms thrills my ears, and rings loudly: + +<br> Thou, Lybian Nile, I can see now thy barriers groaning + +<br> And Actium's gulf and Apollo's darts quailing the warriors! + +<br> Then, open thy thirsty dominions and summon fresh spirits; + +<br> For scarce will the ferryman's strength be sufficient to carry + +<br> The souls of the dead in his skiff: 'tis a fleet that is needed! + +<br> Thou, Pallid Tisiphone, slake with wide ruin, thy thirsting + +<br> And tear ghastly wounds: mangled earth sinks to hell and the + spirits.'" + +</blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SECOND. +</h2><br> +<blockquote> + + +<br> "But scarce had she finished, when trembled the clouds; and a + gleaming + +<br> Bright flash of Jove's lightning transfixed them with flame and was + gone. + +<br> The Lord of the Shades blanched with fear, at this bolt of his + brother's, + +<br> Sank back, and drew closely together the gorge in Earth's bosom. + +<br> By auspices straightway the slaughter of men and the evils + +<br> Impending are shown by the gods. Here, the Titan unsightly + +<br> Blood red, veils his face with a twilight; on strife fratricidal + +<br> Already he gazed, thou hadst thought! There, silvery Cynthia + +<br> Obscuring her face at the full, denied light to the outrage. + +<br> The mountain crests riven by rock-slides roll thundering downward + +<br> And wandering rivers, to rivulets shrunk, writhed no longer + +<br> Familiar marges between. With the clangor of armor + +<br> The heavens resound; from the stars wafts the thrill of a trumpet + +<br> Sounding the call to arms. AEtna, now roused to eruption + +<br> Unwonted, darts flashes of flame to the clouds. Flitting phantoms + +<br> Appear midst the tombs and unburied bones, gibbering menace + +<br> A comet, strange stars in its diadem, leads a procession + +<br> And reddens the skies with its fire. Showers of blood fall from + heaven + +<br> These portents the Deity shortly fulfilled! For now Caesar + +<br> Forsook vacillation and, spurred by the love of revenge, sheathed + +<br> The Gallic sword; brandished the brand that proclaimed civil + warfare. + +<br> There, high in the Alps, where the crags, by a Greek god once + trodden, + +<br> Slope down and permit of approach, is a spot ever sacred + +<br> To Hercules' altar; the winter with frozen snow seals it + +<br> And rears to the heavens a summit eternally hoary, + +<br> As though the sky there had slipped down: no warmth from the + sunbeams, + +<br> No breath from the Springtime can soften the pile's wintry rigor + +<br> Nor slacken the frost chains that bind; and its menacing shoulders + +<br> The weight of the world could sustain. With victorious legions + +<br> These crests Caesar trod and selected a camp. Gazing downwards + +<br> On Italy's plains rolling far, from the top of the mountain, + +<br> He lifted both hands to the heavens, his voice rose in prayer: + +<br> 'Omnipotent Jove, and thou, refuge of Saturn whose glory + +<br> Was brightened by feats of my armies and crowned with my triumphs, + +<br> Bear witness! Unwillingly summon I Mars to these armies, + +<br> Unwillingly draw I the sword! But injustice compels me. + +<br> While enemy blood dyes the Rhine and the Alps are held firmly + +<br> Repulsing a second assault of the Gauls on our city, + +<br> She dubs me an outcast! And Victory makes me an exile! + +<br> To triumphs three score, and defeats of the Germans, my treason + +<br> I trace! How can they fear my glory or see in my battles + +<br> A menace? But hirelings, and vile, to whom my Rome is but a + +<br> Stepmother! Methinks that no craven this sword arm shall hamper + +<br> And take not a stroke in repost. On to victory, comrades, + +<br> While anger seethes hot. With the sword we will seek a decision + +<br> The doom lowering down is a peril to all, and the treason. + +<br> My gratitude owe I to you, not alone have I conquered! + +<br> Since punishment waits by our trophies and victory merits + +<br> Disgrace, then let Chance cast the lots. Raise the standard of + battle; + +<br> Again take your swords. Well I know that my cause is accomplished + +<br> Amidst such armed warriors I know that I cannot be beaten.' + +<br> While yet the words echoed, from heaven the bird of Apollo + +<br> Vouchsafed a good omen and beat with his pinions the ether. + +<br> From out of the left of a gloomy grove strange voices sounded + +<br> And flame flashed thereafter! The sun gleamed with brighter + refulgence + +<br> Unwonted, his face in a halo of golden flame shining." +</blockquote> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THIRD. +</h2><br> +<blockquote> + + +<br> "By omens emboldened, to follow, the battle-flags, Caesar + +<br> Commanded; and boldly led on down the perilous pathway. + +<br> The footing, firm-fettered by frost chains and ice, did not hinder + +<br> At first, but lay silent, the kindly cold masking its grimness; + +<br> But, after the squadrons of cavalry shattered the clouds, bound + +<br> By ice, and the trembling steeds crushed in the mail of the rivers, + +<br> Then, melted the snows! And soon torrents newborn, from the + heights of + +<br> The mountains rush down: but these also, as if by commandment + +<br> Grow rigid, and, turn into ice, in their headlong rush downwards! + +<br> Now, that which rushed madly a moment before, must be hacked + through! + +<br> But now, it was treacherous, baffling their steps and their footing + +<br> Deceiving; and men, horses, arms, fall in heaps, in confusion. + +<br> And see! Now the clouds, by an icy gale smitten, their burden + +<br> Discharge! Lo! the gusts of the whirlwind swirl fiercely + about them; + +<br> The sky in convulsions, with swollen hail buffets them sorely. + +<br> Already the clouds themselves rupture and smother their weapons, + +<br> An avalanche icy roars down like a billow of ocean; + +<br> Earth lay overwhelmed by the drifts of the snow and the planets + +<br> Of heaven are blotted from sight; overwhelmed are the rivers + +<br> That cling to their banks, but unconquered is Caesar! His javelin + +<br> He leans on and scrunches with firm step a passage the bristling + +<br> Grim ice fields across! As, spurred on by the lust, of adventure + +<br> Amphitryon's offspring came striding the Caucasus slopes down; + +<br> Or Jupiter's menacing mien as, from lofty Olympus + +<br> He leaped, the doomed giants to crush and to scatter their weapons. + +<br> While Caesar in anger the swelling peaks treads down, winged rumor + +<br> In terror flies forth and on beating wings seeks the high summit + +<br> Of Palatine tall: every image she rocks with her message + +<br> Announcing this thunderbolt Roman! Already, the ocean + +<br> Is tossing his fleets! Now his cavalry, reeking with German + +<br> Gore, pours from the Alps! Slaughter, bloodshed, and weapons + +<br> The red panorama of war is unrolled to their vision! + +<br> By terror their hearts are divided: two counsels perplex them! + +<br> One chooses by land to seek flight: to another, the water + +<br> Appeals, and the sea than his own land is safer! Another + +<br> Will stand to his arms and advantage extort from Fate's mandate. + +<br> The depth of their fear marks the length of their flight! In + confusion + +<br> The people itself--shameful spectacle--driven by terror + +<br> Is led to abandon the city. Rome glories in fleeing! + +<br> The Quirites from battle blench! Cowed by the breath of a rumor + +<br> Relinquished their firesides to mourning! One citizen, palsied + +<br> With terror, his children embraces: another, his penates + +<br> Conceals in his bosom; then, weeping, takes leave of his threshold + +<br> And slaughters the distant invader--with curses! Their spouses + +<br> Some clasp to their sorrow-wracked bosoms! Youths carry their + fathers + +<br> Bowed down with old age, uninured to the bearing of burdens. + +<br> They seize what they dread to lose most. Inexperience drags all + +<br> Its chattels to camp and to battle: as, when powerful Auster + +<br> Piles up the churned waters and tumbles them: never a yard-arm + +<br> Nor rudder to answer the hand, here, one fashions a life-raft + +<br> Of pine planks, another steers into some bay on a lee shore, + +<br> Another will crack on and run from the gale and to Fortune + +<br> Trust all! But why sorrow for trifles? The consuls, with Pompey + +<br> The Great--he, the terror of Pontus, of savage Hydaspes + +<br> Explorer, the reef that wrecked pirates, caused Jove to turn livid, + +<br> When thrice was a triumph decreed him, whom Pontus' vexed water + +<br> And pacified billows of Bosphorus worshipped! Disgraceful their + +<br> Flight! Title and glory forsaking! Now Fortune capricious + +<br> Looks down on the back of great Pompey retreating in terror!" +</blockquote> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOURTH. +</h2><br> +<blockquote> + +<br> "So great a misfortune disrupted the concord of heaven + +<br> And gods swelled the rout in their panic! Behold through creation + +<br> The gentle divinities flee from the ravening earth; in + +<br> Their loathing they turn from humanity, doomed to destruction! + +<br> And first of all, Peace, with her snowy white arms, hides her visage + +<br> Defeated, her helmet beneath and, abandoning earth, flees + +<br> To seek out the realm of implacable Dis, as a refuge + +<br> Meek Faith her companion, and Justice with locks loosely flowing, + +<br> And Concord, in tears, and her raiment in tatters, attend her. + +<br> The minions of Pluto pour forth from the portals of darkness + +<br> That yawn: the serpent-haired Fury, Bellona the Savage, + +<br> Megoera with firebrands, destruction, and treachery, livid + +<br> Death's likeness! Among them is Frenzy, as, free, with her lashings + +<br> Snapped short, she now raises her gory head, shielding her features + +<br> Deep scarred by innumerous wounds 'neath her helmet blood-clotted. + +<br> Her left arm she guards with a battle-scarred shield scored by + weapons, + +<br> And numberless spear-heads protrude from its surface: her right hand + +<br> A flaming torch brandishes, kindling a flame that will burn up + +<br> The world! Now the gods are on earth and the skies note their + absence; + +<br> The planets disordered their orbits attempt! Into factions + +<br> The heavens divide; first Dione espouses the cause of + +<br> Her Caesar. Minerva next steps to her side and the great son + +<br> Of Ares, his mighty spear brandishing! Phoebus espouses + +<br> The cause of Great Pompey: his sister and Mercury also + +<br> And Hercules like unto him in his travels and labors. + +<br> The trumpets call! Discord her Stygian head lifts to heaven + +<br> Her tresses disheveled, her features with clotted blood covered, + +<br> Tears pour from her bruised eyes, her iron fangs thick coated + with rust, + +<br> Her tongue distils poison, her features are haloed with serpents, + +<br> Her hideous bosom is visible under her tatters, + +<br> A torch with a blood red flame waves from her tremulous right hand. + +<br> Emerging from Cocytus dark and from Tartarus murky + +<br> She strode to the crests of the Apennines noble, the prospect + +<br> Of earth to survey, spread before her the world panorama + +<br> Its shores and the armies that march on its surface: these words + then + +<br> Burst out of her bosom malignant: 'To arms, now, ye nations, + +<br> While anger seethes hot, seize your arms, set the torch to the + cities, + +<br> Who skulks now is lost; neither woman nor child nor the aged + +<br> Bowed down with their years shall find quarter: the whole world will + tremble + +<br> And rooftrees themselves shall crash down and take part in the + struggle. + +<br> Marcellus, hold firm for the law! And thou, Curio, madden + +<br> The rabble! Thou, Lentulus, strive not to check valiant Ares! + +<br> Thou, Cesar divine, why delayest thou now thine invasion? + +<br> Why smash not the gates, why not level the walls of the cities, + +<br> Their treasures to pillage? Thou, Magnus, dost not know the secret + +<br> Of holding the hills of Rome? Take thou the walls of Dyrrachium, + +<br> Let Thessaly's harbors be dyed with the blood of the Romans!' + +<br> On earth was obeyed every detail of Discord's commandment." + +</blockquote> + +<p>When Eumolpus had, with great volubility, poured out this flood of words, +we came at last to Crotona. Here we refreshed ourselves at a mean inn, +but on the following day we went in search of more imposing lodgings and +fell in with a crowd of legacy hunters who were very curious as to the +class of society to which we belonged and as to whence we had come. +Thereupon, in accord with our mutual understanding, such ready answers +did we make as to who we might be or whence we had come that we gave them +no cause for doubt. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Satyricon, Vol. 4 (Escape by Sea) + +Author: Petronius Arbiter + +Release Date: May 22, 2004 [EBook #5221] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SATYRICON, VOL. 4 *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + +[NOTE: There is a short list of bookmarks, or pointers, at the end of the +file for those who may wish to sample the author's ideas before making an +entire meal of them. 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 4.--ENCOLPIUS, GITON AND EUMOLPUS ESCAPE BY SEA + + +CHAPTER THE NINETY-NINTH. + +"I have always and everywhere lived such a life that each passing day was +spent as though that light would never return; (that is, in tranquillity! +Put aside those thoughts which worry you, if you wish to follow my lead. +Ascyltos persecutes you here; get out of his way. I am about to start +for foreign parts, you may come with me. I have taken a berth on a +vessel which will probably weigh anchor this very night. I am well known +on board, and we shall be well received.) + + Leave then thy home and seek a foreign shore + Brave youth; for thee thy destiny holds more: + To no misfortune yield! The Danube far + Shall know thy spirit, and the polar star, + And placid Nile, and they who dwell in lands + Where sunrise starts, or they where sunset ends! + A new Ulysses treads on foreign sands." + +(To me, this advice seemed both sound and practical, because it would +free me from any annoyance by Ascyltos, and because it gave promise of a +happier life. I was overcome by the kindly sympathy of Eumolpus, and was +especially sorry for the latest injury I had done him. I began to repent +my jealousy, which had been the cause of so many unpleasant happenings) +and with many tears, I begged and pled with him to admit me into favor, +as lovers cannot control their furious jealousy, and vowing, at the same +time, that I would not by word or deed give him cause for offense in the +future. And he, like a learned and cultivated gentleman, ought to remove +all irritation from his mind, and leave no trace of it behind. The snows +belong upon the ground in wild and uncultivated regions, but where the +earth has been beautified by the conquest of the plough, the light snow +melts away while you speak of it. And so it is with anger in the heart; +in savage minds it lingers long, it glides quickly away from the +cultured. "That you may experience the truth of what you say," exclaimed +Eumolpus, "see! I end my anger with a kiss. May good luck go with us! +Get your baggage together and follow me, or go on ahead, if you prefer." +While he was speaking, a knock sounded at the door, and a sailor with a +bristling beard stood upon the threshold. "You're hanging in the wind, +Eumolpus," said he, "as if you didn't know that son-of-a-bitch of a +skipper!" Without further delay we all got up. Eumolpus ordered his +servant, who had been asleep for some time, to bring his baggage out. +Giton and I pack together whatever we have for the voyage and, after +praying to the stars, we went aboard. + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDREDTH. + +(We picked out a retired spot on the poop and Eumolpus dozed off, as it +was not yet daylight. Neither Giton nor myself could get a wink of +sleep, however. Anxiously I reflected that I had received Eumolpus as a +comrade, a rival more formidable than Ascyltos, and that thought tortured +me. But reason soon put my uneasiness to flight.) "It is unfortunate," +(said I to myself,) "that the lad has so taken our friend's fancy, but +what of it? Is not nature's every masterpiece common to all? The sun +shines upon all alike! The moon with her innumerable train of stars +lights even the wild beasts to their food. What can be more beautiful +than water? + +"Yet it flows for common use. Shall love alone, then, be stolen, rather +than be regarded as a prize to be won? No, indeed I desire no possession +unless the world envies me for possessing it. A solitary old man can +scarcely become a serious rival; even should he wish to take advantage, +he would lose it through lack of breath." When, but without any +confidence, I had arrived at these conclusions, and beguiled my uneasy +spirit, I covered my head with my tunic and began to feign sleep, when +all of a sudden, as though Fortune were bent upon annihilating my peace +of mind, a voice upon the ship's deck gritted out something like this +--"So he fooled me after all."--As this voice, which was a man's, and was +only too familiar, struck my ears, my heart fluttered. And then a woman, +equally furious, spat out more spitefully still--"If only some god would +put Giton into my hands, what a fine time I would give that runaway." +--Stunned by these unexpected words, we both turned pale as death. I was +completely terrified, and, as though I were enveloped in some turbulent +nightmare, was a long time finding my voice, but at last, with trembling +hands, I tugged at the hem of Eumolpus' clothing, just as he was sinking +into slumber. "Father," I quavered, "on your word of honor, can you tell +me whose ship this is, and whom she has aboard?" Peeved at being +disturbed, "So," he snapped, "this was the reason you wished to have us +quartered in the most inaccessible spot on deck, was it? So we could get +no rest! What good will it do you when I've informed you that Lycas of +Tarentum is master of this ship and that he carries Tryphaena as an exile +to Tarentum?" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIRST. + +I shivered, horror-struck, at this thunderbolt and, beating my throat, +"Oh Destiny," I wailed, "you've vanquished me completely, at last!" As +for Giton, he fell in a faint upon my bosom and remained unconscious for +quite a while, until a sweat finally relieved our tension, whereupon, +hugging Eumolpus around the knees, "Take pity upon the perishing," I +besought him, "in the name of our common learning, aid us! Death himself +hangs over us, and he will come as a relief unless you help us!" +Overwhelmed by this implication, Eumolpus swore by all the gods and +goddesses that he knew nothing of what had happened, nor had he had any +ulterior purpose in mind, but that he had brought his companions upon +this voyage which he himself had long intended taking, with the most +upright intentions and in the best of good faith. "But," demanded he, +"what is this ambush? Who is this Hannibal who sails with us? Lycas of +Tarentum is a most respectable citizen and the owner, not only of this +ship, which he commands in person, but of landed estates as well as +commercial houses under the management of slaves. He carries a cargo +consigned to market. He is the Cyclops, the arch-pirate, to whom we owe +our passage! And then, besides himself, there is Tryphaena, a most +charming woman, travelling about here and there in search of pleasure." +"But," objected Giton, "they are the very ones we are most anxious to +avoid," whereupon he explained to the astonished Eumolpus the reasons for +their enmity and for the danger which threatened us. So muddled did he +become, at what had been told him, that he lost the power of thinking, +and requested each of us to offer his own opinion. "Just imagine," said +he, "that we are trapped in the Cyclops' cave: some way out must be +found, unless we bring about a shipwreck, and free ourselves from all +dangers!" "Bribe the pilot, if necessary, and persuade him to steer the +ship into some port," volunteered Giton; "tell him your brother's nearly +dead from seasickness: your woebegone face and streaming tears will lend +color to your deception, and the pilot may be moved to mercy and grant +your prayer." Eumolpus denied the practicability of this. "It is only +with difficulty," affirmed he, "that large ships are warped into +landlocked harbors, nor would it appear probable that my brother could +have been taken so desperately in so short a time. And then, Lycas will +be sure to want to visit a sick passenger, as part of his duties! You +can see for yourselves what a fine stroke it would be, bringing the +captain to his own runaways! But, supposing that the ship could be put +off her course, supposing that Lycas did not hold sick-call, how could we +leave the ship in such a manner as not to be stared at by all the rest? +With muffled heads? With bare? If muffled, who would not want to lend +the sick man a hand? If bare, what would it mean if not proscribing +ourselves?" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SECOND. + +"Why would it not be better to take refuge in boldness," I asked, "slide +down a rope into the ship's boat, cut the painter, and leave the rest to +luck'? And furthermore, I would not involve Eumolpus in this adventure, +for what is the good of getting an innocent man into troubles with which +he has no concern? I shall be well content if chance helps us into the +boat." "Not a bad scheme," Eumolpus agreed, "if it could only be carried +out: but who could help seeing you when you start? Especially the man at +the helm, who stands watch all night long and observes even the motions +of the stars. But it could be done in spite of that, when he dozed off +for a second, that is, if you chose some other part of the ship from +which to start: as it is, it must be the stern, you must even slip down +the rudder itself, for that is where the painter that holds the boat in +tow is made fast. And there is still something else, Encolpius. I am +surprised that it has not occurred to you that one sailor is on watch, +lying in the boat, night and day. You couldn't get rid of that watchman +except by cutting his throat or throwing him overboard by force. Consult +your own courage as to whether that can be done or not. And as far as my +coming with you is concerned, I shirk no danger which holds out any hopes +of success, but to throw away life without a reason, as if it were a +thing of no moment, is something which I do not believe that even you +would sanction--see what you think of this: I will wrap you up in two +hide baggage covers, tie you up with thongs, and stow you among my +clothing, as baggage, leaving the ends somewhat open, of course, so you +can breathe and get your food. Then I will raise a hue and cry because my +slaves have thrown themselves into the sea, fearing worse punishment; and +when the ship makes port, I will carry you out as baggage without +exciting the slightest suspicion!" "Oh! So you would bundle us up like +we were solid," I sneered; "our bellies wouldn't make trouble for us, of +course, and we'll never sneeze nor snore! And all because a similar +trick turned out successfully before! Think the matter over! Being tied +up could be endured for one day, but suppose it might have to be for +longer? What if we should be becalmed? What if we were struck by a +storm from the wrong quarter of the heavens? What could we do then? +Even clothes will cut through at the wrinkles when they are tied up too +long, and paper in bundles will lose its shape. Do you imagine that we, +who are young and unused to hardship, could endure the filthy rags and +lashings necessary to such an operation, as statues do? No! That's +settled! Some other road to safety must be found! I have thought up a +scheme, see what you think of it! Eumolpus is a man of letters. He will +have ink about him, of course. With this remedy, then, let's change our +complexions, from hair to toe-nails! Then, in the guise of Ethiopian +slaves, we shall be ready at hand to wait upon you, light-hearted as +having escaped the torturer, and, with our altered complexions, we can +impose upon our enemies!" "Yes, indeed," sneered Giton, "and be sure +and circumcise us, too, so we will be taken for Jews, pierce our ears so +we will look like Arabs, chalk our faces so that Gaul will take us for +her own sons; as if color alone could change one's figure! As if many +other details did not require consideration if a passable imposture is to +result! Even granting that the stained face can keep its color for some +time, suppose that not a drop of water should spot the skin, suppose that +the garment did not stick to the ink, as it often does, where no gum is +used, tell me! We can't make our lips so hideously thick, can we? We +can't kink our hair with a curling-iron, can we? We can't harrow our +foreheads with scars, can we? We can't force our legs out into the form +of a bow or walk with our ankle-bones on the ground, can we? Can we trim +our beards after the foreign style? No! Artificial color dirties the +body without changing it. Listen to the plan which I have thought out in +my desperation; let's tie our garments around our heads and throw +ourselves into the deep!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRD. + +"Gods and men forbid that you should make so base an ending of your +lives," cried Eumolpus. "No! It will be better to do as I direct. As +you may gather, from his razor, my servant is a barber: let him shave +your heads and eyebrows, too, and quickly at that! I will follow after +him, and I will mark my inscription so cleverly upon your foreheads that +you will be mistaken for slaves who have been branded! The same letters +will serve both to quiet the suspicions of the curious and to conceal, +under semblance of punishment, your real features!" We did not delay the +execution of this scheme but, sneaking stealthily to the ship's side, we +submitted our heads and eyebrows to the barber, that he might shave them +clean. Eumolpus covered our foreheads completely, with large letters +and, with a liberal hand, spread the universally known mark of the +fugitive over the face of each of us. As luck would have it, one of the +passengers, who was terribly seasick, was hanging over the ship's side +easing his stomach. He saw the barber busy at his unseasonable task by +the light of the moon and, cursing the omen which resembled the last +offering of a crew before shipwreck, he threw himself into his bunk. +Pretending not to hear his puking curses, we reverted to our melancholy +train of thought and, settling ourselves down in silence, we passed the +remaining hours of the night in fitful slumber. (On the following +morning Eumolpus entered Lycas' cabin as soon as he knew that Tryphaena +was out of bed and, after some conversation upon the happy voyage of +which the fine weather gave promise, Lycas turned to Tryphaena and +remarked:) + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTH. + +"Priapus appeared to me in a dream and seemed to say--Know that +Encolpius, whom you seek, has, by me, been led aboard your ship!" +Tryphaena trembled violently, "You would think we had slept together," +she cried, "for a bust of Neptune, which I saw in the gallery at Baiae, +said to me, in my dream--You will find Giton aboard Lycas' ship!" "From +which you can see that Epicurus was a man inspired," remarked Eumolpus; +"he passed sentence upon mocking phantasms of that kind in a very witty +manner. + + Dreams that delude the mind with flitting shades + By neither powers of air nor gods, are sent: + Each makes his own! And when relaxed in sleep + The members lie, the mind, without restraint + Can flit, and re-enact by night, the deeds + That occupied the day. The warrior fierce, + Who cities shakes and towns destroys by fire + Maneuvering armies sees, and javelins, + And funerals of kings and bloody fields. + + The cringing lawyer dreams of courts and trials, + The miser hides his hoard, new treasures finds: + The hunter's horn and hounds the forests wake, + The shipwrecked sailor from his hulk is swept. + Or, washed aboard, just misses perishing. + Adultresses will bribe, and harlots write + To lovers: dogs, in dreams their hare still course; + And old wounds ache most poignantly in dreams!" + +"Still, what's to prevent our searching the ship?" said Lycas, after he +had expiated Tryphaena's dream, "so that we will not be guilty of +neglecting the revelations of Providence?" "And who were the rascals who +were being shaved last night by the light of the moon?" chimed in Hesus, +unexpectedly, for that was the name of the fellow who had caught us at +our furtive transformation in the night. "A rotten thing to do, I swear! +From what I hear, it's unlawful for any living man aboard ship to shed +hair or nails, unless the wind has kicked up a heavy sea." + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTH. + +Lycas was greatly disturbed by this information, and flew into a rage. +"So someone aboard my ship cut off his hair, did he?" he bawled, "and at +dead of night, too! Bring the offenders aft on deck here, and step +lively, so that I can tell whom to punish, from their heads, that the +ship may be freed from the curse!" "I ordered it done," Eumolpus broke +in, "and I didn't order it as an unlucky omen, either, seeing that I had +to be aboard the same vessel: I did it because the scoundrels had long +matted hair, I ordered the filth cleared off the wretches because I did +not wish to even seem to make a prison out of your ship: besides, I did +not want the seared scars of the letters to be hidden in the least, by +the interference of the hair; as they ought to be in plain sight, for +everyone to read, and at full length, too. In addition to their other +misdemeanors, they blew in my money on a street-walker whom they kept in +common; only last night I dragged them away from her, reeking with wine +and perfumes, as they were, and they still stink of the remnants of my +patrimony!" Thereupon, forty stripes were ordered for each of us, that +the tutelary genius of the ship might be propitiated. And they were not +long about it either. Eager to propitiate the tutelary genius with our +wretched blood, the savage sailors rushed upon us with their rope's ends. +For my part, I endured three lashes with Spartan fortitude, but at the +very first blow, Giton set up such a howling that his all too familiar +voice reached the ears of Tryphaena; nor was she the only one who was in +a flutter, for, attracted by this familiar voice, all the maids rushed to +where he was being flogged. Giton had already moderated the ardor of the +sailors by his wonderful beauty, he appealed to his torturers without +uttering a word. "It's Giton! It's Giton!" the maids all screamed in +unison. "Hold your hands, you brutes; help, Madame, it's Giton!" +Tryphaena turned willing ears, she had recognized that voice herself, and +flew to the boy. Lycas, who knew me as well as if he had heard my voice, +now ran up; he glanced at neither face nor hands, but directed his eyes +towards parts lower down; courteously he shook hands with them, "How do +you do, Encolpius," he said. Let no one be surprised at Ulysses' nurse +discovering, after twenty years, the scar that established his identity, +since this man, so keenly observant, had, in spite of the most skillful +disguise of every feature and the obliteration of every identifying mark +upon my body, so surely hit upon the sole means of identifying his +fugitive! Deceived by our appearance, Tryphaena wept bitterly, +believing that the marks upon our foreheads were, in truth, the brands +of prisoners: she asked us gently, into what slave's prison we had fallen +in our wanderings, and whose cruel hands had inflicted this punishment. +Still, fugitives whose members had gotten them into trouble certainly +deserved some punishment. + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTH. + +In a towering passion, Lycas leaped forward, "Oh you silly woman," he +shouted, "as if those scars were made by the letters on the +branding-iron! If only they had really blotched up their foreheads with +those inscriptions, it would be some satisfaction to us, at least; but +as it is, we are being imposed upon by an actor's tricks, and hoaxed by +a fake inscription!" Tryphaena was disposed to mercy, as all was not +lost for her pleasures, but Lycas remembered the seduction of his wife +and the insults to which he had been subjected in the portico of the +temple of Hercules: "Tryphaena," he gritted out, his face convulsed with +savage passion, "you are aware, I believe, that the immortal gods have a +hand in human affairs: what did they do but lead these scoundrels aboard +this ship in ignorance of the owner and then warn each of us alike, by a +coincidence of dreams, of what they had done? Can you then see how it +would be possible to let off those whom a god has, himself, delivered up +to punishment? I am not a cruel man; what moves me is this: I am afraid +I shall have to endure myself whatever I remit to them!" At this +superstitious plea Tryphaena veered around; denying that she would +plead for quarter, she was even anxious to help along the fulfillment of +this retribution, so entirely just: she had herself suffered an insult +no less poignant than had Lycas, for her chastity had been called in +question before a crowd. + + Primeval Fear created Gods on earth when from the sky + The lightning-flashes rent with flame the ramparts of the world, + And smitten Athos blazed! Then, Phoebus, sinking to the earth, + His course complete, and waning Luna, offerings received. + The changing seasons of the year the superstition spread + Throughout the world; and Ignorance and Awe, the toiling boor, + To Ceres, from his harvest, the first fruits compelled to yield + And Bacchus with the fruitful vine to crown. Then Pales came + Into her own, the shepherd's gains to share. Beneath the waves + Of every sea swims Neptune. Pallas guards the shops, + And those impelled by Avarice or Guilt, create new Gods! + +(Lycas, as he perceived that Tryphaena was as eager as himself for +revenge, gave orders for our punishment to be renewed and made more +drastic, whereupon Eumolpus endeavored to appease him as follows,) + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTH. + +("Lycas," said he, "these unfortunates upon whom you intend to wreak your +vengeance, implore your compassion and) have chosen me for this task. +I believe that I am a man, by no means unknown, and they desire that, +somehow, I will effect a reconciliation between them and their former +friends. Surely you do not imagine that these young men fell into such +a snare by accident, when the very first thing that concerns every +prospective passenger is the name of the captain to whom he intrusts his +safety! Be reasonable, then; forego your revenge and permit free men to +proceed to their destination without injury. When penitence manages to +lead their fugitives back, harsh and implacable masters restrain their +cruelty, and we are merciful to enemies who have surrendered. What could +you ask, or wish for, more? These well-born and respectable young men +be suppliant before your eyes and, what ought to move you more strongly +still, were once bound to you by the ties of friendship. If they had +embezzled your money or repaid your faith in them with treachery, +by Hercules, you have ample satisfaction from the punishment already +inflicted! Look! Can you read slavery on their foreheads, and see upon +the faces of free men the brand-marks of a punishment which was +self-inflicted!" Lycas broke in upon this plea for mercy, "Don't try to +confuse the issue," he said, "let every detail have its proper attention +and first of all, why did they strip all the hair off their heads, +if they came of their own free will? A man meditates deceit, not +satisfaction, when he changes his features! Then again, if they sought +reconciliation through a mediator, why did you do your best to conceal +them while employed in their behalf? It is easily seen that the +scoundrels fell into the toils by chance and that you are seeking some +device by which you could sidestep the effects of our resentment. And be +careful that you do not spoil your case by over-confidence when you +attempt to sow prejudice among us by calling them well-born and +respectable! What should the injured parties do when the guilty run into +their own punishment? And inasmuch as they were our friends, by that, +they deserve more drastic punishment still, for whoever commits an +assault upon a stranger, is termed a robber; but whoever assaults a +friend, is little better than a parricide!" "I am well aware," Eumolpus +replied, to rebut this damning harangue, "that nothing can look blacker +against these poor young men than their cutting off their hair at night. +On this evidence, they would seem to have come aboard by accident, not +voluntarily. Oh how I wish that the explanation could come to your ears +just as candidly as the thing itself happened! They wanted to relieve +their heads of that annoying and useless weight before they came aboard, +but the unexpected springing up of the wind prevented the carrying out of +their wishes, and they did not imagine that it mattered where they began +what they had decided to do, because they were unacquainted with either +the omens or the law of seafaring men." "But why should they shave +themselves like suppliants?" demanded Lycas, "unless, of course, they +expected to arouse more sympathy as bald-pates. What's the use of +seeking information through a third person, anyway? You scoundrel, what +have you to say for yourself? What salamander singed off your eyebrows? +You poisoner, what god did you vow your hair to? Answer!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTH. + +I was stricken dumb, and trembled from fear of punishment, nor could I +find anything to say, out of countenance as I was and hideous, for to the +disgrace of a shaven poll was added an equal baldness in the matter of +eyebrows; the case against me was only too plain, there was not a thing +to be said or done! Finally, a damp sponge was passed over my tear-wet +face, and thereupon, the smut dissolved and spread over my whole +countenance, blotting out every feature in a sooty cloud. Anger turned +into loathing. Swearing that he would permit no one to humiliate +well-born young men contrary to right and law, Eumolpus checked the +threats of the savage persecutors by word and by deed. His hired +servant backed him up in his protest, as did first one and then another +of the feeblest of the seasick passengers, whose participation served +rather to inflame the disagreement than to be of help to us. For myself +I asked no quarter, but I shook my fists in Tryphaena's face, and told +her in a loud voice that unless she stopped hurting Giton, I would use +every ounce of my strength against her, reprobate woman that she was, +the only person aboard the ship who deserved a flogging. Lycas was +furiously angry at my hardihood, nor was he less enraged at my +abandoning my own cause, to take up that of another, in so wholehearted +a manner. Inflamed as she was by this affront, Tryphaena was as furious +as he, so the whole ship's company was divided into two factions. On +our side, the hired barber armed himself with a razor and served out the +others to us; on their side, Tryphaena's retainers prepared to battle +with their bare fists, nor was the scolding of female warriors unheard +in the battle-line. The pilot was neutral, but he declared that unless +this madness, stirred up by the lechery of a couple of vagabonds, died +down, he would let go the helm! The fury of the combatants continued to +rage none the less fiercely, nevertheless, they fighting for revenge, we +for life. Many fell on each side, though none were mortally wounded, +and more, bleeding from wounds, retreated, as from a real battle, but +the fury of neither side abated. At last the gallant Giton turned the +menacing razor against his own virile parts, and threatened to cut away +the cause of so many misfortunes. This was too much for Tryphaena; she +prevented the perpetration of so horrid a crime by the out and out +promise of quarter. Time and time again, I lifted the barber's blade to +my throat, but I had no more intention of killing myself than had Giton +of doing what he threatened, but he acted out the tragic part more +realistically than I, as it was, because he knew that he held in his +hand the same razor with which he had already cut his throat. The lines +still stood at the ready, and it was plain to be seen that this would be +no everyday affair, when the pilot, with difficulty, prevailed upon +Tryphaena to undertake the office of herald, and propose a truce; so, +when pledges of good faith had been given and received, in keeping with +the ancient precedent she snatched an olive-branch from the ship's +figurehead and, holding it out, advanced boldly to parley. + + "What fury," she exclaims, "turns peace to war? What evil deed + Was by these hands committed? Trojan hero there is none + Absconding in this ship with bride of Atreus' cuckold seed + Nor crazed Medea, stained by life's blood of her father's son! + But passion scorned, becomes a power: alas! who courts his end + By drawing sword amidst these waves? Why die before our time? + Strive not with angry seas to vie and to their fury lend + Your rage by piling waves upon its savage floods sublime !" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINTH. + +The woman poured out this rhapsody in a loud excited voice, the +battle-line wavered for an instant, then all hands were recalled to +peace and terminated the war. Eumolpus, our commander, took advantage +of the psychological moment of their repentance and, after administering +a stinging rebuke to Lycas, signed a treaty of peace which was drawn up +as follows: "It is hereby solemnly agreed on your part, Tryphaena, that +you do forego complaint of any wrong done you by Giton; that you do not +bring up anything that has taken place prior to this date, that you do +not seek to revenge anything that has taken place prior to this date, +that you do not take steps to follow it up in any other manner +whatsoever; that you do not command the boy to perform anything to him +repugnant; that you do neither embrace nor kiss the said Giton; that you +do not enfold said Giton in the sexual embrace, except under immediate +forfeiture of one hundred denarii. Item, it is hereby agreed on your +part, Lycas, that you do refrain from annoying Encolpius with abusive +word or reproachful look; that you do not seek to ascertain where he +sleep at night; or, if you do so seek, that you forfeit two hundred +denarii immediately for each and every such offense." The treaty was +signed upon these terms, and we laid down our arms. It seemed well to +wipe out the past with kisses, after we had taken oath, for fear any +vestige of rancor should persist in our minds. Factious hatreds died +out amidst universal good-fellowship, and a banquet, served on the field +of battle, crowned our reconciliation with joviality. The whole ship +resounded with song and, as a sudden calm had caused her to lose +headway, one tried to harpoon the leaping fish, another hauled in the +struggling catch on baited hooks. Then some sea-birds alighted upon the +yard-arms and a skillful fowler touched them with his jointed rods: they +were brought down to our hands, stuck fast to the limed segments. The +breeze caught up the down, but the wing and tail feathers twisted +spirally as they fell into the sea-foam. Lycas was already beginning to +be on good terms with me, and Tryphaena had just sprinkled Giton with +the last drops in her cup, when Eumolpus, who was himself almost drunk, +was seized with the notion of satirizing bald pates and branded rascals, +but when he had exhausted his chilly wit, he returned at last to his +poetry and recited this little elegy upon hair: + + "Gone are those locks that to thy beauty lent such lustrous charm + And blighted are the locks of Spring by bitter Winter's sway; + Thy naked temples now in baldness mourn their vanished form, + And glistens now that poor bare crown, its hair all worn away + Oh! Faithless inconsistency! The gods must first resume + The charms that first they granted youth, that it might lovelier + bloom! + Poor wretch, but late thy locks did brighter glister + Than those of great Apollo or his sister! + Now, smoother is thy crown than polished grasses + Or rounded mushrooms when a shower passes! + In fear thou fliest the laughter-loving lasses. + That thou may'st know that Death is on his way, + Know that thy head is partly dead this day!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TENTH. + +It is my opinion that he intended favoring us with more of the same kind +of stuff, sillier than the last, but Tryphaena's maid led Giton away +below and fitted the lad out in her mistress' false curls; then producing +some eyebrows from a vanity box, she skillfully traced out the lines of +the lost features and restored him to his proper comeliness. Recognizing +the real Giton, Tryphaena was moved to tears, and then for the first time +she gave the boy a real love-kiss. I was overjoyed, now that the lad was +restored to his own handsome self, but I hid my own face all the more +assiduously, realizing that I was disfigured by no ordinary hideousness +since not even Lycas would bestow a word upon me. The maid rescued me +from this misfortune finally, however, and calling me aside, she decked +me out with a head of hair which was none the less becoming; my face +shone more radiantly still, as a matter of fact, for my curls were +golden! But in a little while, Eumolpus, mouthpiece of the distressed +and author of the present good understanding, fearing that the general +good humor might flag for lack of amusement, began to indulge in sneers +at the fickleness of women: how easily they fell in love; how readily +they forgot even their own sons! No woman could be so chaste but that +she could be roused to madness by a chance passion! Nor had he need to +quote from old tragedies, or to have recourse to names, notorious for +centuries; on the contrary, if we cared to hear it, he would relate an +incident which had occurred within his own memory, whereupon, as we all +turned our faces towards him and gave him our attention, he began as +follows: + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVENTH. + +"There was a certain married lady at Ephesus, once upon a time, so noted +for her chastity that she even drew women from the neighboring states to +come to gaze upon her! When she carried out her husband she was by no +means content to comply with the conventional custom and follow the +funeral cortege with her hair down, beating her naked breast in sight of +the onlookers! She followed the corpse, even into the tomb; and when the +body had been placed in the vault, in accordance with the Greek custom, +she began to stand vigil over it, weeping day and night! Neither parents +nor relations could divert her from punishing herself in this manner and +from bringing on death by starvation. The magistrates, the last resort, +were rebuffed and went away, and the lady, mourned by all as an unusual +example, dragged through the fifth day without nourishment. A most +faithful maid was in attendance upon the poor woman; she either wept in +company with the afflicted one or replenished the lamp which was placed +in the vault, as the occasion required. Throughout the whole city there +was but one opinion, men of every calling agreed that here shone the one +solitary example of chastity and of love! In the meantime the governor +of the province had ordered some robbers crucified near the little vault +in which the lady was bewailing her recent loss. On the following night, +a soldier who was standing guard over the crosses for fear someone might +drag down one of the bodies for burial, saw a light shining brightly +among the tombs, and heard the sobs of someone grieving. A weakness +common to mankind made him curious to know who was there and what was +going on, so he descended into the tomb and, catching sight of a most +beautiful woman, he stood still, afraid at first that it was some +apparition or spirit from the infernal regions; but he finally +comprehended the true state of affairs as his eye took in the corpse +lying there, and as he noted the tears and the face lacerated by the +finger-nails, he understood that the lady was unable to endure the loss +of the dear departed. He then brought his own scanty ration into the +vault and exhorted the sobbing mourner not to persevere in useless grief, +or rend her bosom with unavailing sobs; the same end awaited us all, the +same last resting place: and other platitudes by which anguished minds +are recalled to sanity. But oblivious to sympathy, she beat and +lacerated her bosom more vehemently than before and, tearing out her +hair, she strewed it upon the breast of the corpse. Notwithstanding +this, the soldier would not leave off, but persisted in exhorting the +unfortunate lady to eat, until the maid, seduced by the smell of the +wine, I suppose, was herself overcome and stretched out her hand to +receive the bounty of their host. Refreshed by food and drink, she +then began to attack the obstinacy of her mistress. 'What good will it +do you to die of hunger?' she asked, 'or to bury yourself alive'? Or to +surrender an uncondemned spirit before the fates demand it? 'Think you +the ashes or sepultured dead can feel aught of thy woe! Would you recall +the dead from the reluctant fates? Why not shake off this womanish +weakness and enjoy the blessings of light while you can? The very corpse +lying there ought to convince you that your duty is to live!' When +pressed to eat or to live, no one listens unwillingly, and the lady, +thirsty after an abstinence of several days, finally permitted her +obstinacy to be overcome; nor did she take her fill of nourishment +with less avidity than had the maid who had surrendered first." + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWELFTH. + +"But to make a long story short, you know the temptations that beset a +full stomach: the soldier laid siege to her virtue with the selfsame +blandishments by which he had persuaded her that she ought to live. Nor, +to her modest eye, did the young man seem uncouth or wanting in address. +The maid pled in his behalf and kept repeating: + + Why will you fight with a passion that to you is pleasure, + Remembering not in whose lands you are taking your leisure? + +"But why should I keep you longer in suspense? The lady observed the +same abstinence when it came to this part of her body, and the victorious +soldier won both of his objectives; so they lay together, not only +that night, in which they pledged their vows, but also the next, and even +the third, shutting the doors of the vault, of course, so that anyone, +acquaintance or stranger, coming to the tomb, would be convinced that +this most virtuous of wives had expired upon the body of her husband. As +for the soldier, so delighted was he with the beauty of his mistress and +the secrecy of the intrigue, that he purchased all the delicacies his pay +permitted and smuggled them into the vault as soon as darkness fell. +Meanwhile, the parents of one of the crucified criminals, observing the +laxness of the watch, dragged the hanging corpse down at night and +performed the last rite. The soldier was hoodwinked while absent from +his post of duty, and when on the following day he caught sight of one of +the crosses without its corpse, he was in terror of punishment and +explained to the lady what had taken place: He would await no sentence of +court-martial, but would punish his neglect of duty with his own sword! +Let her prepare a place for one about to die, let that fatal vault serve +both the lover and the husband! 'Not that,' cried out the lady, no less +merciful than chaste, 'the gods forbid that I should look at the same +time upon the corpses of the two men dearest to me; I would rather hang +the dead than slay the living!' So saying, she gave orders for the body +of her husband to be lifted out of the coffin and fastened upon the +vacant cross! The soldier availed himself of the expedient suggested by +this very ingenious lady and next day everyone wondered how a dead man +had found his way to the cross!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEENTH. + +The sailors received this tale with roars of laughter, and Tryphaena +blushed not a little and laid her face amorously upon Giton's neck. But +Lycas did not laugh; "If that governor had been a just man," said he, +shaking his head angrily, "he would have ordered the husband's body taken +down and carried back into the vault, and crucified the woman." No doubt +the memory of Hedyle haunted his mind, and the looting of his ship in +that wanton excursion. But the terms of the treaty permitted the +harboring of no old grudges and the joy which filled our hearts left no +room for anger. Tryphaena was lying in Giton's lap by this time, +covering his bosom with kisses one minute and rearranging the curls upon +his shaven head the next. Uneasy and chagrined at this new league, I +took neither food nor drink but looked askance at them both, with grim +eyes. Every kiss was a wound to me, every artful blandishment which the +wanton woman employed, and I could not make up my mind as to whether I +was more angered at the boy for having supplanted me with my mistress, or +at my mistress for debauching the boy: both were hateful to my sight, and +more galling than my late servitude. And to make the matter all the more +aggravating, Tryphaena would not even greet me as an acquaintance, whom +she had formerly received as a lover, while Giton did not think me worthy +of a "Here's-to-you" in ordinary civility, nor even speak to me in the +course of the common conversation; I suppose he was afraid of reopening a +tender scar at the moment when a return to her good graces had commenced +to draw it together. Tears of vexation dropped upon my breast and the +groan I smothered in a sigh nearly wracked my soul. + + The vulture tearing; at the liver's deep and vital parts, + That wracks our breasts and rends our very heartstrings + Is not that bird the charming poet sings with all his arts; + 'T'is jealousy or hate that human hearts stings. + +(In spite of my ill-humor, Lycas saw how well my golden curls became me +and, becoming enamoured anew, began winking his wanton eyes at me and) +sought admission to my good graces upon a footing of pleasure, nor did he +put on the arrogance of a master, but spoke as a friend asking a favor; +(long and ardently he tried to gain his ends, but all in vain, till at +last, meeting with a decisive repulse, his passion turned to fury and he +tried to carry the place by storm; but Tryphaena came in unexpectedly and +caught him in his wanton attempt, whereupon he was greatly upset and +hastily adjusted his clothing and bolted out of the cabin. Tryphaena was +fired with lust at this sight, "What was Lycas up to?" she demanded. +"What was he after in that ardent assault?" She compelled me to explain, +burned still more hotly at what she heard, and, recalling memories of our +past familiarities, she desired me to renew our old amour, but I was worn +out with so much venery and slighted her advances. She was burning up +with desire by this time, and threw her arms around me in a frenzied +embrace, hugging me so tightly that I uttered an involuntary cry of pain. +One of her maids rushed in at this and, thinking that I was attempting to +force from her mistress the very favor which I had refused her, she +sprang at us and tore us apart. Thoroughly enraged at the disappointment +of her lecherous passion, Tryphaena upbraided me violently, and with many +threats she hurried out to find Lycas for the purpose of exasperating him +further against me and of joining forces with him to be revenged upon me. +Now you must know that I had formerly held a very high place in this +waiting-maid's esteem, while I was prosecuting my intrigue with her +mistress, and for that reason she took it very hard when she surprised me +with Tryphaena, and sobbed very bitterly. I pressed her earnestly to tell +me the reason for her sobs) {and after pretending to be reluctant she +broke out:} "You will think no more of her than of a common prostitute if +you have a drop of decent blood in your veins! You will not resort to +that female catamite, if you are a man!" {This disturbed my mind but} +what exercised me most was the fear that Eumolpus would find out what +was going on and, being a very sarcastic individual, might revenge my +supposed injury in some poetic lampoon, (in which event his ardent zeal +would without doubt expose me to ridicule, and I greatly dreaded that. +But while I was debating with myself as to the best means of preventing +him from getting at the facts, who should suddenly come in but the man +himself; and he was not uninformed as to what had taken place, for +Tryphaena had related all the particulars to Giton and had tried to +indemnify herself for my repulse, at the expense of my little friend. +Eumolpus was furiously angry because of all this, and all the more so as +lascivious advances were in open violation of the treaty which had been +signed. The minute the old fellow laid eyes upon me, he began bewailing +my lot and ordered me to tell him exactly what had happened. As he was +already well informed, I told him frankly of Lycas' lecherous attempt and +of Tryphaena's wanton assault. When he had heard all the facts,) +Eumolpus swore roundly (that he would certainly avenge us, as the Gods +were just and would not suffer so many villainies to go unpunished.) + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEENTH. + +We were still discussing this and other matters when the sea grew rough, +and clouds, gathering from every quarter, obscured with darkness the +light of day. The panic-stricken sailors ran to their stations and took +in sail before the squall was upon them, but the gale did not drive the +waves in any one direction and the helmsman lost his bearings and did not +know what course to steer. At one moment the wind would set towards +Sicily, but the next, the North Wind, prevailing on the Italian coast, +would drive the unlucky vessel hither and yon; and, what was more +dangerous than all the rain-squalls, a pall of such black density blotted +out the light that the helmsman could not even see as far forward as the +bow. At last, as the savage fury of the sea grew more malignant, the +trembling Lycas stretched out his hands to me imploringly. "Save us from +destruction, Encolpius," he shouted; "restore that sacred robe and holy +rattle to the ship! Be merciful, for heaven's sake, just as you used to +be!" He was still shouting when a windsquall swept him into the sea; the +raging elements whirled him around and around in a terrible maelstrom and +sucked him down. Tryphaena, on the other hand, was seized by her +faithful servants, placed in a skiff, along with the greater part of her +belongings, and saved from certain death. Embracing Giton, I wept aloud: +"Did we deserve this from the gods," I cried, "to be united only in +death? No! Malignant fortune grudges even that. Look! In an instant +the waves will capsize the ship! Think! In an instant the sea will +sever this lover's embrace! If you ever loved Encolpius truly, kiss him +while yet you may and snatch this last delight from impending +dissolution!" Even as I was speaking, Giton removed his garment and, +creeping beneath my tunic, he stuck out his head to be kissed; then, +fearing some more spiteful wave might separate us as we clung together, +he passed his belt around us both. "If nothing else," he cried, "the sea +will at least bear us longer, joined together, and if, in pity, it casts +us up upon the same shore, some passerby may pile some stones over us, +out of common human kindness, or the last rites will be performed by the +drifting sand, in spite of the angry waves." I submit to this last bond +and, as though I were laid out upon my death-bed, await an end no longer +dreaded. Meanwhile, accomplishing the decrees of the Fates, the storm +stripped the ship of all that was left; no mast, no helm, not a rope nor +an oar remained on board her; she was only a derelict, heavy and +water-logged, drifting before the waves. Some fishermen hastily put off +in their little boats to salvage their booty, but, seeing men alive and +ready to defend their property, they changed their predatory designs into +offers of help. + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEENTH. + +Just then, amid that clamor of voices we heard a peculiar noise, and from +beneath the captain's cabin there came a bellowing as of some wild beast +trying to get out. We then followed up the sound and discovered +Eumolpus, sitting there scribbling verses upon an immense sheet of +parchment! Astounded that he could find time to write poetry at death's +very door, we hauled him out, in spite of his protests, and ordered him +to return to his senses, but he flew into a rage at being interrupted; +"Leave me alone until I finish this sentence," he bawled; "the poem +labors to its birth." Ordering Giton to come to close quarters and help +me drag the bellowing bard ashore, I laid hands upon the lunatic. When +this job had at last been completed, we came, wet and wretched, to a +fisherman's hut and refreshed ourselves somewhat with stores from the +wreck, spoiled though they were by salt water, and passed a night that +was almost interminable. As we were holding a council, next day, to +determine to what part of the country we had best proceed, I suddenly +caught sight of a human body, turning around in a gentle eddy and +floating towards the shore. Stricken with melancholy, I stood still and +began to brood, with wet eyes, upon the treachery of the sea. "And +perhaps," said I, "a wife, safe in some far-away country of the earth, +awaits this man, or a son who little dreams of storms or wrecks; or +perhaps he left behind a father, whom he kissed good-by at parting! Such +is the end of mortal's plans, such is the outcome of great ambitions! +See how man rides the waves!" Until now, I had been sorrowing for a mere +stranger, but a wave turned the face, which had undergone no change, +towards the shore, and I recognized Lycas; so evil-tempered and so +unrelenting but a short time before, now cast up almost at my feet! I +could no longer restrain the tears, at this; I beat my breast again and +yet again, with my hands. "Where is your evil temper now?" I cried. +"Where is your unbridled passion? You be there, a prey to fish and wild +beasts, you who boasted but a little while ago of the strength of your +command. Now you have not a single plank left of your great ship! Go +on, mortals; set your hearts upon the fulfillment of great ambitions: Go +on, schemers, and in your wills control for a thousand years the disposal +of the wealth you got by fraud! Only yesterday this man audited the +accounts of his family estate, yea, even reckoned the day he would arrive +in his native land and settled it in his mind! Gods and goddesses, how +far he lies from his appointed destination! But the waves of the sea are +not alone in thus keeping faith with mortal men: The warrior's weapons +fail him; the citizen is buried beneath the ruins of his own penates, +when engaged in paying his vows to the gods; another falls from his +chariot and dashes out his ardent spirit; the glutton chokes at dinner; +the niggard starves from abstinence. Give the dice a fair throw and you +will find shipwreck everywhere! Ah, but one overwhelmed by the waves +obtains no burial! As though it matters in what manner the body, once it +is dead, is consumed: by fire, by flood, by time! Do what you will, +these all achieve the same end. Ah, but the beasts will mangle the body! +As though fire would deal with it any more gently; when we are angry with +our slaves that is the punishment which we consider the most severe. +What folly it is, then, to do everything we can to prevent the grave from +leaving any part of us behind {when the Fates will look out for us, even +against our wills."} (After these reflections we made ready to pay the +last rites to the corpse,) and Lycas was burned upon a funeral pyre +raised by the hands of enemies, while Eumolpus, fixing his eyes upon the +far distance to gain inspiration, composed an epitaph for the dead man: + + HIS FATE WAS UNAVOIDABLE + + NO ROCK-HEWN TOMB NOR SCULPTURED MARBLE HIS, + + HIS NOBLE CORPSE FIVE FEET OF EARTH RECEIVED, + + HE RESTS IN PEACE BENEATH THIS HUMBLE MOUND. + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEENTH. + +We set out upon our intended journey, after this last office had been +wholeheartedly performed, and, in a little while, arrived, sweating, at +the top of a mountain, from which we made out, at no great distance, a +town, perched upon the summit of a lofty eminence. Wanderers as we were, +we had no idea what town it could be, until we learned from a caretaker +that it was Crotona, a very ancient city, and once the first in Italy. +When we earnestly inquired, upon learning this, what men inhabited such +historic ground, and the nature of the business in which they were +principally engaged, now that their wealth had been dissipated by the oft +recurring wars, "My friends," replied he, "if you are men of business, +change your plans and seek out some other conservative road to a +livelihood, but if you can play the part of men of great culture, always +ready with a lie, you are on the straight road to riches: The study of +literature is held in no estimation in that city, eloquence has no niche +there, economy and decent standards of morality come into no reward of +honor there; you must know that every man whom you will meet in that city +belongs to one of two factions; they either 'take-in,' or else they are +'taken-in.' No one brings up children in that city, for the reason that +no one who has heirs is invited to dinner or admitted to the games; such +an one is deprived of all enjoyments and must lurk with the rabble. On +the other hand, those who have never married a wife, or those who have no +near relatives, attain to the very highest honors; in other words, they +are the only ones who are considered soldierly, or the bravest of the +brave, or even good. You will see a town which resembles the fields in +time of pestilence," he continued, "in which there is nothing but +carcasses to be torn at and carrion crows tearing at them." + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEENTH. + +Eumolpus, who had a deeper insight, turned this state of affairs over in +his mind and declared that he was not displeased with a prospect of that +kind. I thought the old fellow was joking in the care-free way of poets, +until he complained, "If I could only put up a better front! I mean that +I wish my clothing was in better taste, that my jewelry was more +expensive; all this would lend color to my deception: I would not carry +this scrip, by Hercules, I would not I would lead you all to great +riches!" For my part, I undertook to supply whatever my companion in +robbery had need of, provided he would be satisfied with the garment, and +with whatever spoils the villa of Lycurgus had yielded when we robbed it; +as for money against present needs, the Mother of the Gods would see to +that, out of regard to her own good name! "Well, what's to prevent our +putting on an extravaganza?" demanded Eumolpus. "Make me the master if +the business appeals to you." No one ventured to condemn a scheme by +which he could lose nothing, and so, that the lie would be kept safe +among us all, we swore a solemn oath, the words of which were dictated by +Eumolpus, to endure fire, chains, flogging, death by the sword, and +whatever else Eumolpus might demand of us, just like regular gladiators! +After the oath had been taken, we paid our respects to our master with +pretended servility, and were informed that Eumolpus had lost a son, a +young man of great eloquence and promise, and that it was for this reason +the poor old man had left his native land that he might not see the +companions and clients of his son, nor even his tomb, which was the cause +of his daily tears. To this misfortune a recent shipwreck had been +added, in which he had lost upwards of two millions of sesterces; not +that he minded the loss but, destitute of a train of servants he could +not keep up his proper dignity! Furthermore, he had, invested in Africa, +thirty millions of sesterces in estates and bonds; such a horde of his +slaves was scattered over the fields of Numidia that he could have even +sacked Carthage! We demanded that Eumolpus cough frequently, to further +this scheme, that he have trouble with his stomach and find fault with +all the food when in company, that he keep talking of gold and silver and +estates, the incomes from which were not what they should be, and of the +everlasting unproductiveness of the soil; that he cast up his accounts +daily, that he revise the terms of his will monthly, and, for fear any +detail should be lacking to make the farce complete, he was to use the +wrong names whenever he wished to summon any of us, so that it would be +plain to all that the master had in mind some who were not present. When +everything had been thus provided for, we offered a prayer to the gods +"that the matter might turn out well and happily," and took to the road. +But Giton could not bear up under his unaccustomed load, and the hired +servant Corax, a shirker of work, often put down his own load and cursed +our haste, swearing that he would either throw his packs away or run away +with his load. "What do you take me for, a beast of burden?" he +grumbled, "or a scow for carrying stone? I hired out to do the work of a +man, not that of a pack-horse, and I'm as free as you are, even if my +father did leave me poor!" Not satisfied with swearing, he lifted up his +leg from time to time and filled the road with an obscene noise and a +filthy stench. Giton laughed at his impudence and imitated every +explosion with his lips, {but Eumolpus relapsed into his usual vein, even +in spite of this.} + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEENTH. + +"Young men," said he, "many are they who have been seduced by poetry; +for, the instant a man has composed a verse in feet, and has woven a more +delicate meaning into it by means of circumlocutions, he straightway +concludes that he has scaled Helicon! Take those who are worn out by the +distressing detail of the legal profession, for example: they often seek +sanctuary in the tranquillity of poetry, as a more sheltered haven, +believing themselves able more easily to compose a poem than a rebuttal +charged with scintillating epigrams! But a more highly cultivated mind +loves not this conceited affectation, nor can it either conceive or bring +forth, unless it has been steeped in the vast flood of literature. Every +word that is what I would call 'low,' ought to be avoided, and phrases +far removed from plebeian usage should be chosen. Let 'Ye rabble rout +avaunt,' be your rule. In addition, care should be exercised in +preventing the epigrams from standing out from the body of the speech; +they should gleam with the brilliancy woven into the fabric. Homer is an +example, and the lyric poets, and our Roman Virgil, and the exquisite +propriety of Horace. Either the others did not discover the road that +leads to poetry, or, having seen, they feared to tread it. Whoever +attempts that mighty theme, the civil war, for instance, will sink under +the load unless he is saturated with literature. Events, past and +passing, ought not to be merely recorded in verse, the historian will +deal with them far better; by means of circumlocutions and the +intervention of the immortals, the free spirit, wracked by the search for +epigrams having a mythological illusion, should plunge headlong and +appear as the prophecy of a mind inspired rather than the attested faith +of scrupulous exactitude in speech. This hasty composition may please +you, even though it has not yet received its final polishing:" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEENTH. + + "The conquering Roman now held the whole world in his sway, + + The ocean, the land; where the sun shone by day or the moon + + Gleamed by night: but unsated was he. And the seas + + Were roiled by the weight of his deep-laden keels; if a bay + + Lay hidden beyond, or a land which might yield yellow gold + + 'Twas held as a foe. While the struggle for treasure went on + + The fates were preparing the horrors and scourges of war. + + Amusements enjoyed by the vulgar no longer can charm + + Nor pleasures worn threadbare by use of the plebeian mob. + + The bronzes of Corinth are praised by the soldier at sea; + + And glittering gems sought in earth, vie with purple of Tyre; + + Numidia curses her here, there, the exquisite silks + + Of China; Arabia's people have stripped their own fields. + + Behold other woes and calamities outraging peace! + + Wild beasts, in the forest are hunted, for gold; and remote + + African hammon is covered by beaters, for fear + + Some beast that slays men with his teeth shall escape, for by that + + His value to men is enhanced! The vessels receive + + Strange ravening monsters; the tiger behind gilded bars + + And pacing his cage is transported to Rome, that his jaws + + May drip with the life blood of men to the plaudits of men + + Oh shame! To point out our impending destruction; the crime + + Of Persia enacted anew; in his puberty's bloom + + The man child is kidnapped; surrenders his powers to the knife, + + Is forced to the calling of Venus; delayed and hedged round + + The hurrying passage of life's finest years is held back + + And Nature seeks Nature but finds herself not. Everywhere + + These frail-limbed and mincing effeminates, flowing of locks, + + Bedecked with an infinite number of garments of silk + + Whose names ever change, the wantons and lechers to snare, + + Are eagerly welcomed! From African soil now behold + + The citron-wood tables; their well-burnished surface reflects + + Our Tyrian purples and slaves by the horde, and whose spots + + Resemble the gold that is cheaper than they and ensnare + + Extravagance. Sterile and ignobly prized is the wood + + But round it is gathered a company sodden with wine; + + And soldiers of fortune whose weapons have rusted, devour + + The spoils of the world. Art caters to appetite. Wrasse + + From Sicily brought to their table, alive in his own Sea water. + + The oysters from Lucrine's shore torn, at the feast + + Are served to make famous the host; and the appetite, cloyed, + + To tempt by extravagance. Phasis has now been despoiled + + Of birds, its littoral silent, no sound there is heard + + Save only the wind as it rustles among the last leaves. + + Corruption no less vile is seen in the campus of Mars, + + Our quirites are bribed; and for plunder and promise of gain + + Their votes they will alter. The people is venal; corrupt + + The Senate; support has its price! And the freedom and worth + + Of age is decayed, scattered largesse now governs their power; + + Corrupted by gold, even dignity lies in the dust. + + Cato defeated and hooted by mobs, but the victor + + Is sadder, ashamed to have taken the rods from a Cato: + + In this lay the shame of the nation and character's downfall, + + 'Twas not the defeat of a man! No! The power and the glory + + Of Rome were brought low; represented in him was the honor + + Of sturdy Republican Rome. So, abandoned and wretched, + + The city has purchased dishonor: has purchased herself! + + Despoiled by herself, no avenger to wipe out the stigma + + Twin maelstroms of debt and of usury suck down the commons. + + No home with clear title, no citizen free from a mortgage, + + But as some slow wasting disease all unheralded fastens + + Its hold on the vitals, destroying the vigor of manhood, + + So, fear of the evils impending, impels them to madness. + + Despair turns to violence, luxury's ravages needs must + + Repaired be by bloodshed, for indigence safely can venture. + + Can art or sane reason rouse wallowing Rome from the offal + + And break the voluptuous slumber in which she is sunken? + + Or must it be fury and war and the blood-lust of daggers?" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTIETH. + + "Three chieftains did fortune bring forth, whom the fury of battles + + Destroyed; and interred, each one under a mountain of weapons; + + The Parthian has Crassus, Pompeius the Great by the waters + + Of Egypt lies. Julius, ungrateful Rome stained with his life blood. + + And earth has divided their ashes, unable to suffer + + The weight of so many tombs. These are the wages of glory! + + There lies between Naples and Great Puteoli, a chasm + + Deep cloven, and Cocytus churns there his current; the vapor + + In fury escapes from the gorge with that lethal spray laden. + + No green in the aututun is there, no grass gladdens the meadow, + + The supple twigs never resound with the twittering singing + + Of birds in the Springtime. But chaos, volcanic black boulders + + Of pumice lie Happy within their drear setting of cypress. + + Amidst these infernal surroundings the ruler of Hades + + Uplifted his head by the funeral flames silhouetted + + And sprinkled with white from the ashes of corpses; and challenged + + Winged Fortune in words such as these: 'Oh thou fickle controller + + Of things upon earth and in heaven, security's foeman, + + Oh Chance! Oh thou lover eternally faithful to change, and + + Possession's betrayer, dost own thyself crushed by the power + + Of Rome? Canst not raise up the tottering mass to its downfall + + Its strength the young manhood of Rome now despises, and staggers + + In bearing the booty heaped up by its efforts: behold how + + They lavish their spoils! Wealth run mad now brings down their + destruction. + + They build out of gold and their palaces reach to the heavens; + + The sea is expelled by their moles and their pastures are oceans; + + They war against Nature in changing the state of creation. + + They threaten my kingdom! Earth yawns with their tunnels deep + driven + + To furnish the stone for their madmen's foundations; already + + The mountains are hollowed and now but re-echoing caverns; + + While man quarries marble to serve his vainglorious purpose + + The spirits infernal confess that they hope to win Heaven! + + Arise, then, O Chance, change thy countenance peaceful to warlike + + And harry the Romans, consign to my kingdom the fallen. + + Ah, long is it now since my lips were with blood cooled and + moistened, + + Nor has my Tisiphone bathed her blood-lusting body + + Since Sulla's sword drank to repletion and earth's bristling harvest + + Grew ripe upon blood and thrust up to the light of the sunshine!'" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIRST. + + "He spake ... and attempted to clasp the right hand of Fortuna, + + But ruptured the crust of the earth, deeply cloven, asunder. + + Then from her capricious heart Fortune made answer: 'O father + + Whom Cocytus' deepest abysses obey, if to forecast + + The future I may, without fear, thy petition shall prosper; + + For no less consuming the anger that wars in this bosom, + + The flame no less poignant, that burns to my marrow All favors + + I gave to the bulwarks of Rome, now, I hate them. My + + Gifts I repent! The same God who built up their dominion + + Shall bring down destruction upon it. In burning their manhood + + My heart shall delight and its blood-lust shall slake with their + slaughter. + + Now Philippi's field I can see strewn with dead of two battles + + And Thessaly's funeral pyres and Iberia mourning. + + Already the clangor of arms thrills my ears, and rings loudly: + + Thou, Lybian Nile, I can see now thy barriers groaning + + And Actium's gulf and Apollo's darts quailing the warriors! + + Then, open thy thirsty dominions and summon fresh spirits; + + For scarce will the ferryman's strength be sufficient to carry + + The souls of the dead in his skiff: 'tis a fleet that is needed! + + Thou, Pallid Tisiphone, slake with wide ruin, thy thirsting + + And tear ghastly wounds: mangled earth sinks to hell and the + spirits.'" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SECOND. + + "But scarce had she finished, when trembled the clouds; and a + gleaming + + Bright flash of Jove's lightning transfixed them with flame and was + gone. + + The Lord of the Shades blanched with fear, at this bolt of his + brother's, + + Sank back, and drew closely together the gorge in Earth's bosom. + + By auspices straightway the slaughter of men and the evils + + Impending are shown by the gods. Here, the Titan unsightly + + Blood red, veils his face with a twilight; on strife fratricidal + + Already he gazed, thou hadst thought! There, silvery Cynthia + + Obscuring her face at the full, denied light to the outrage. + + The mountain crests riven by rock-slides roll thundering downward + + And wandering rivers, to rivulets shrunk, writhed no longer + + Familiar marges between. With the clangor of armor + + The heavens resound; from the stars wafts the thrill of a trumpet + + Sounding the call to arms. AEtna, now roused to eruption + + Unwonted, darts flashes of flame to the clouds. Flitting phantoms + + Appear midst the tombs and unburied bones, gibbering menace + + A comet, strange stars in its diadem, leads a procession + + And reddens the skies with its fire. Showers of blood fall from + heaven + + These portents the Deity shortly fulfilled! For now Caesar + + Forsook vacillation and, spurred by the love of revenge, sheathed + + The Gallic sword; brandished the brand that proclaimed civil + warfare. + + There, high in the Alps, where the crags, by a Greek god once + trodden, + + Slope down and permit of approach, is a spot ever sacred + + To Hercules' altar; the winter with frozen snow seals it + + And rears to the heavens a summit eternally hoary, + + As though the sky there had slipped down: no warmth from the + sunbeams, + + No breath from the Springtime can soften the pile's wintry rigor + + Nor slacken the frost chains that bind; and its menacing shoulders + + The weight of the world could sustain. With victorious legions + + These crests Caesar trod and selected a camp. Gazing downwards + + On Italy's plains rolling far, from the top of the mountain, + + He lifted both hands to the heavens, his voice rose in prayer: + + 'Omnipotent Jove, and thou, refuge of Saturn whose glory + + Was brightened by feats of my armies and crowned with my triumphs, + + Bear witness! Unwillingly summon I Mars to these armies, + + Unwillingly draw I the sword! But injustice compels me. + + While enemy blood dyes the Rhine and the Alps are held firmly + + Repulsing a second assault of the Gauls on our city, + + She dubs me an outcast! And Victory makes me an exile! + + To triumphs three score, and defeats of the Germans, my treason + + I trace! How can they fear my glory or see in my battles + + A menace? But hirelings, and vile, to whom my Rome is but a + + Stepmother! Methinks that no craven this sword arm shall hamper + + And take not a stroke in repost. On to victory, comrades, + + While anger seethes hot. With the sword we will seek a decision + + The doom lowering down is a peril to all, and the treason. + + My gratitude owe I to you, not alone have I conquered! + + Since punishment waits by our trophies and victory merits + + Disgrace, then let Chance cast the lots. Raise the standard of + battle; + + Again take your swords. Well I know that my cause is accomplished + + Amidst such armed warriors I know that I cannot be beaten.' + + While yet the words echoed, from heaven the bird of Apollo + + Vouchsafed a good omen and beat with his pinions the ether. + + From out of the left of a gloomy grove strange voices sounded + + And flame flashed thereafter! The sun gleamed with brighter + refulgence + + Unwonted, his face in a halo of golden flame shining." + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THIRD. + + "By omens emboldened, to follow, the battle-flags, Caesar + + Commanded; and boldly led on down the perilous pathway. + + The footing, firm-fettered by frost chains and ice, did not hinder + + At first, but lay silent, the kindly cold masking its grimness; + + But, after the squadrons of cavalry shattered the clouds, bound + + By ice, and the trembling steeds crushed in the mail of the rivers, + + Then, melted the snows! And soon torrents newborn, from the + heights of + + The mountains rush down: but these also, as if by commandment + + Grow rigid, and, turn into ice, in their headlong rush downwards! + + Now, that which rushed madly a moment before, must be hacked + through! + + But now, it was treacherous, baffling their steps and their footing + + Deceiving; and men, horses, arms, fall in heaps, in confusion. + + And see! Now the clouds, by an icy gale smitten, their burden + + Discharge! Lo! the gusts of the whirlwind swirl fiercely + about them; + + The sky in convulsions, with swollen hail buffets them sorely. + + Already the clouds themselves rupture and smother their weapons, + + An avalanche icy roars down like a billow of ocean; + + Earth lay overwhelmed by the drifts of the snow and the planets + + Of heaven are blotted from sight; overwhelmed are the rivers + + That cling to their banks, but unconquered is Caesar! His javelin + + He leans on and scrunches with firm step a passage the bristling + + Grim ice fields across! As, spurred on by the lust, of adventure + + Amphitryon's offspring came striding the Caucasus slopes down; + + Or Jupiter's menacing mien as, from lofty Olympus + + He leaped, the doomed giants to crush and to scatter their weapons. + + While Caesar in anger the swelling peaks treads down, winged rumor + + In terror flies forth and on beating wings seeks the high summit + + Of Palatine tall: every image she rocks with her message + + Announcing this thunderbolt Roman! Already, the ocean + + Is tossing his fleets! Now his cavalry, reeking with German + + Gore, pours from the Alps! Slaughter, bloodshed, and weapons + + The red panorama of war is unrolled to their vision! + + By terror their hearts are divided: two counsels perplex them! + + One chooses by land to seek flight: to another, the water + + Appeals, and the sea than his own land is safer! Another + + Will stand to his arms and advantage extort from Fate's mandate. + + The depth of their fear marks the length of their flight! In + confusion + + The people itself--shameful spectacle--driven by terror + + Is led to abandon the city. Rome glories in fleeing! + + The Quirites from battle blench! Cowed by the breath of a rumor + + Relinquished their firesides to mourning! One citizen, palsied + + With terror, his children embraces: another, his penates + + Conceals in his bosom; then, weeping, takes leave of his threshold + + And slaughters the distant invader--with curses! Their spouses + + Some clasp to their sorrow-wracked bosoms! Youths carry their + fathers + + Bowed down with old age, uninured to the bearing of burdens. + + They seize what they dread to lose most. Inexperience drags all + + Its chattels to camp and to battle: as, when powerful Auster + + Piles up the churned waters and tumbles them: never a yard-arm + + Nor rudder to answer the hand, here, one fashions a life-raft + + Of pine planks, another steers into some bay on a lee shore, + + Another will crack on and run from the gale and to Fortune + + Trust all! But why sorrow for trifles? The consuls, with Pompey + + The Great--he, the terror of Pontus, of savage Hydaspes + + Explorer, the reef that wrecked pirates, caused Jove to turn livid, + + When thrice was a triumph decreed him, whom Pontus' vexed water + + And pacified billows of Bosphorus worshipped! Disgraceful their + + Flight! Title and glory forsaking! Now Fortune capricious + + Looks down on the back of great Pompey retreating in terror!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOURTH. + + "So great a misfortune disrupted the concord of heaven + + And gods swelled the rout in their panic! Behold through creation + + The gentle divinities flee from the ravening earth; in + + Their loathing they turn from humanity, doomed to destruction! + + And first of all, Peace, with her snowy white arms, hides her visage + + Defeated, her helmet beneath and, abandoning earth, flees + + To seek out the realm of implacable Dis, as a refuge + + Meek Faith her companion, and Justice with locks loosely flowing, + + And Concord, in tears, and her raiment in tatters, attend her. + + The minions of Pluto pour forth from the portals of darkness + + That yawn: the serpent-haired Fury, Bellona the Savage, + + Megoera with firebrands, destruction, and treachery, livid + + Death's likeness! Among them is Frenzy, as, free, with her lashings + + Snapped short, she now raises her gory head, shielding her features + + Deep scarred by innumerous wounds 'neath her helmet blood-clotted. + + Her left arm she guards with a battle-scarred shield scored by + weapons, + + And numberless spear-heads protrude from its surface: her right hand + + A flaming torch brandishes, kindling a flame that will burn up + + The world! Now the gods are on earth and the skies note their + absence; + + The planets disordered their orbits attempt! Into factions + + The heavens divide; first Dione espouses the cause of + + Her Caesar. Minerva next steps to her side and the great son + + Of Ares, his mighty spear brandishing! Phoebus espouses + + The cause of Great Pompey: his sister and Mercury also + + And Hercules like unto him in his travels and labors. + + The trumpets call! Discord her Stygian head lifts to heaven + + Her tresses disheveled, her features with clotted blood covered, + + Tears pour from her bruised eyes, her iron fangs thick coated + with rust, + + Her tongue distils poison, her features are haloed with serpents, + + Her hideous bosom is visible under her tatters, + + A torch with a blood red flame waves from her tremulous right hand. + + Emerging from Cocytus dark and from Tartarus murky + + She strode to the crests of the Apennines noble, the prospect + + Of earth to survey, spread before her the world panorama + + Its shores and the armies that march on its surface: these words + then + + Burst out of her bosom malignant: 'To arms, now, ye nations, + + While anger seethes hot, seize your arms, set the torch to the + cities, + + Who skulks now is lost; neither woman nor child nor the aged + + Bowed down with their years shall find quarter: the whole world will + tremble + + And rooftrees themselves shall crash down and take part in the + struggle. + + Marcellus, hold firm for the law! And thou, Curio, madden + + The rabble! Thou, Lentulus, strive not to check valiant Ares! + + Thou, Cesar divine, why delayest thou now thine invasion? + + Why smash not the gates, why not level the walls of the cities, + + Their treasures to pillage? Thou, Magnus, dost not know the secret + + Of holding the hills of Rome? Take thou the walls of Dyrrachium, + + Let Thessaly's harbors be dyed with the blood of the Romans!' + + On earth was obeyed every detail of Discord's commandment." + + +When Eumolpus had, with great volubility, poured out this flood of words, +we came at last to Crotona. Here we refreshed ourselves at a mean inn, +but on the following day we went in search of more imposing lodgings and +fell in with a crowd of legacy hunters who were very curious as to the +class of society to which we belonged and as to whence we had come. +Thereupon, in accord with our mutual understanding, such ready answers +did we make as to who we might be or whence we had come that we gave them +no cause for doubt. 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I am well known +on board, and we shall be well received.) + + Leave then thy home and seek a foreign shore + Brave youth; for thee thy destiny holds more: + To no misfortune yield! The Danube far + Shall know thy spirit, and the polar star, + And placid Nile, and they who dwell in lands + Where sunrise starts, or they where sunset ends! + A new Ulysses treads on foreign sands." + +(To me, this advice seemed both sound and practical, because it would +free me from any annoyance by Ascyltos, and because it gave promise of a +happier life. I was overcome by the kindly sympathy of Eumolpus, and was +especially sorry for the latest injury I had done him. I began to repent +my jealousy, which had been the cause of so many unpleasant happenings) +and with many tears, I begged and pled with him to admit me into favor, +as lovers cannot control their furious jealousy, and vowing, at the same +time, that I would not by word or deed give him cause for offense in the +future. And he, like a learned and cultivated gentleman, ought to remove +all irritation from his mind, and leave no trace of it behind. The snows +belong upon the ground in wild and uncultivated regions, but where the +earth has been beautified by the conquest of the plough, the light snow +melts away while you speak of it. And so it is with anger in the heart; +in savage minds it lingers long, it glides quickly away from the +cultured. "That you may experience the truth of what you say," exclaimed +Eumolpus, "see! I end my anger with a kiss. May good luck go with us! +Get your baggage together and follow me, or go on ahead, if you prefer." +While he was speaking, a knock sounded at the door, and a sailor with a +bristling beard stood upon the threshold. "You're hanging in the wind, +Eumolpus," said he, "as if you didn't know that son-of-a-bitch of a +skipper!" Without further delay we all got up. Eumolpus ordered his +servant, who had been asleep for some time, to bring his baggage out. +Giton and I pack together whatever we have for the voyage and, after +praying to the stars, we went aboard. + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDREDTH. + +(We picked out a retired spot on the poop and Eumolpus dozed off, as it +was not yet daylight. Neither Giton nor myself could get a wink of +sleep, however. Anxiously I reflected that I had received Eumolpus as a +comrade, a rival more formidable than Ascyltos, and that thought tortured +me. But reason soon put my uneasiness to flight.) "It is unfortunate," +(said I to myself,) "that the lad has so taken our friend's fancy, but +what of it? Is not nature's every masterpiece common to all? The sun +shines upon all alike! The moon with her innumerable train of stars +lights even the wild beasts to their food. What can be more beautiful +than water? + +"Yet it flows for common use. Shall love alone, then, be stolen, rather +than be regarded as a prize to be won? No, indeed I desire no possession +unless the world envies me for possessing it. A solitary old man can +scarcely become a serious rival; even should he wish to take advantage, +he would lose it through lack of breath." When, but without any +confidence, I had arrived at these conclusions, and beguiled my uneasy +spirit, I covered my head with my tunic and began to feign sleep, when +all of a sudden, as though Fortune were bent upon annihilating my peace +of mind, a voice upon the ship's deck gritted out something like this-- +"So he fooled me after all."--As this voice, which was a man's, and was +only too familiar, struck my ears, my heart fluttered. And then a woman, +equally furious, spat out more spitefully still--"If only some god would +put Giton into my hands, what a fine time I would give that runaway." +--Stunned by these unexpected words, we both turned pale as death. I was +completely terrified, and, as though I were enveloped in some turbulent +nightmare, was a long time finding my voice, but at last, with trembling +hands, I tugged at the hem of Eumolpus' clothing, just as he was sinking +into slumber. "Father," I quavered, "on your word of honor, can you tell +me whose ship this is, and whom she has aboard?" Peeved at being +disturbed, "So," he snapped, "this was the reason you wished to have us +quartered in the most inaccessible spot on deck, was it? So we could get +no rest! What good will it do you when I've informed you that Lycas of +Tarentum is master of this ship and that he carries Tryphaena as an exile +to Tarentum?" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIRST. + +I shivered, horror-struck, at this thunderbolt and, beating my throat, +"Oh Destiny," I wailed, "you've vanquished me completely, at last!" As +for Giton, he fell in a faint upon my bosom and remained unconscious for +quite a while, until a sweat finally relieved our tension, whereupon, +hugging Eumolpus around the knees, "Take pity upon the perishing," I +besought him, "in the name of our common learning, aid us! Death himself +hangs over us, and he will come as a relief unless you help us!" +Overwhelmed by this implication, Eumolpus swore by all the gods and +goddesses that he knew nothing of what had happened, nor had he had any +ulterior purpose in mind, but that he had brought his companions upon +this voyage which he himself had long intended taking, with the most +upright intentions and in the best of good faith. "But," demanded he, +"what is this ambush? Who is this Hannibal who sails with us? Lycas of +Tarentum is a most respectable citizen and the owner, not only of this +ship, which he commands in person, but of landed estates as well as +commercial houses under the management of slaves. He carries a cargo +consigned to market. He is the Cyclops, the arch-pirate, to whom we owe +our passage! And then, besides himself, there is Tryphaena, a most +charming woman, travelling about here and there in search of pleasure." +"But," objected Giton, "they are the very ones we are most anxious to +avoid," whereupon he explained to the astonished Eumolpus the reasons for +their enmity and for the danger which threatened us. So muddled did he +become, at what had been told him, that he lost the power of thinking, +and requested each of us to offer his own opinion. "Just imagine," said +he, "that we are trapped in the Cyclops' cave: some way out must be +found, unless we bring about a shipwreck, and free ourselves from all +dangers!" "Bribe the pilot, if necessary, and persuade him to steer the +ship into some port," volunteered Giton; "tell him your brother's nearly +dead from seasickness: your woebegone face and streaming tears will lend +color to your deception, and the pilot may be moved to mercy and grant +your prayer." Eumolpus denied the practicability of this. "It is only +with difficulty," affirmed he, "that large ships are warped into +landlocked harbors, nor would it appear probable that my brother could +have been taken so desperately in so short a time. And then, Lycas will +be sure to want to visit a sick passenger, as part of his duties! You +can see for yourselves what a fine stroke it would be, bringing the +captain to his own runaways! But, supposing that the ship could be put +off her course, supposing that Lycas did not hold sick-call, how could we +leave the ship in such a manner as not to be stared at by all the rest? +With muffled heads? With bare? If muffled, who would not want to lend +the sick man a hand? If bare, what would it mean if not proscribing +ourselves?" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SECOND. + +"Why would it not be better to take refuge in boldness," I asked, "slide +down a rope into the ship's boat, cut the painter, and leave the rest to +luck'? And furthermore, I would not involve Eumolpus in this adventure, +for what is the good of getting an innocent man into troubles with which +he has no concern? I shall be well content if chance helps us into the +boat." "Not a bad scheme," Eumolpus agreed, "if it could only be carried +out: but who could help seeing you when you start? Especially the man at +the helm, who stands watch all night long and observes even the motions +of the stars. But it could be done in spite of that, when he dozed off +for a second, that is, if you chose some other part of the ship from +which to start: as it is, it must be the stern, you must even slip down +the rudder itself, for that is where the painter that holds the boat in +tow is made fast. And there is still something else, Encolpius. I am +surprised that it has not occurred to you that one sailor is on watch, +lying in the boat, night and day. You couldn't get rid of that watchman +except by cutting his throat or throwing him overboard by force. Consult +your own courage as to whether that can be done or not. And as far as my +coming with you is concerned, I shirk no danger which holds out any hopes +of success, but to throw away life without a reason, as if it were a +thing of no moment, is something which I do not believe that even you +would sanction--see what you think of this: I will wrap you up in two +hide baggage covers, tie you up with thongs, and stow you among my +clothing, as baggage, leaving the ends somewhat open, of course, so you +can breathe and get your food. Then I will raise a hue and cry because my +slaves have thrown themselves into the sea, fearing worse punishment; and +when the ship makes port, I will carry you out as baggage without +exciting the slightest suspicion!" "Oh! So you would bundle us up like +we were solid," I sneered; "our bellies wouldn't make trouble for us, of +course, and we'll never sneeze nor snore! And all because a similar +trick turned out successfully before! Think the matter over! Being tied +up could be endured for one day, but suppose it might have to be for +longer? What if we should be becalmed? What if we were struck by a +storm from the wrong quarter of the heavens? What could we do then? +Even clothes will cut through at the wrinkles when they are tied up too +long, and paper in bundles will lose its shape. Do you imagine that we, +who are young and unused to hardship, could endure the filthy rags and +lashings necessary to such an operation, as statues do? No! That's +settled! Some other road to safety must be found! I have thought up a +scheme, see what you think of it! Eumolpus is a man of letters. He will +have ink about him, of course. With this remedy, then, let's change our +complexions, from hair to toe-nails! Then, in the guise of Ethiopian +slaves, we shall be ready at hand to wait upon you, light-hearted as +having escaped the torturer, and, with our altered complexions, we can +impose upon our enemies!" "Yes, indeed," sneered Giton, "and be sure +and circumcise us, too, so we will be taken for Jews, pierce our ears so +we will look like Arabs, chalk our faces so that Gaul will take us for +her own sons; as if color alone could change one's figure! As if many +other details did not require consideration if a passable imposture is to +result! Even granting that the stained face can keep its color for some +time, suppose that not a drop of water should spot the skin, suppose that +the garment did not stick to the ink, as it often does, where no gum is +used, tell me! We can't make our lips so hideously thick, can we? We +can't kink our hair with a curling-iron, can we? We can't harrow our +foreheads with scars, can we? We can't force our legs out into the form +of a bow or walk with our ankle-bones on the ground, can we? Can we trim +our beards after the foreign style? No! Artificial color dirties the +body without changing it. Listen to the plan which I have thought out in +my desperation; let's tie our garments around our heads and throw +ourselves into the deep!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRD. + +"Gods and men forbid that you should make so base an ending of your +lives," cried Eumolpus. "No! It will be better to do as I direct. As +you may gather, from his razor, my servant is a barber: let him shave +your heads and eyebrows, too, and quickly at that! I will follow after +him, and I will mark my inscription so cleverly upon your foreheads that +you will be mistaken for slaves who have been branded! The same letters +will serve both to quiet the suspicions of the curious and to conceal, +under semblance of punishment, your real features!" We did not delay the +execution of this scheme but, sneaking stealthily to the ship's side, we +submitted our heads and eyebrows to the barber, that he might shave them +clean. Eumolpus covered our foreheads completely, with large letters +and, with a liberal hand, spread the universally known mark of the +fugitive over the face of each of us. As luck would have it, one of the +passengers, who was terribly seasick, was hanging over the ship's side +easing his stomach. He saw the barber busy at his unseasonable task by +the light of the moon and, cursing the omen which resembled the last +offering of a crew before shipwreck, he threw himself into his bunk. +Pretending not to hear his puking curses, we reverted to our melancholy +train of thought and, settling ourselves down in silence, we passed the +remaining hours of the night in fitful slumber. (On the following +morning Eumolpus entered Lycas' cabin as soon as he knew that Tryphaena +was out of bed and, after some conversation upon the happy voyage of +which the fine weather gave promise, Lycas turned to Tryphaena and +remarked:) + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTH. + +"Priapus appeared to me in a dream and seemed to say--Know that +Encolpius, whom you seek, has, by me, been led aboard your ship!" +Tryphaena trembled violently, "You would think we had slept together," +she cried, "for a bust of Neptune, which I saw in the gallery at Baiae, +said to me, in my dream--You will find Giton aboard Lycas' ship!" "From +which you can see that Epicurus was a man inspired," remarked Eumolpus; +"he passed sentence upon mocking phantasms of that kind in a very witty +manner. + + Dreams that delude the mind with flitting shades + By neither powers of air nor gods, are sent: + Each makes his own! And when relaxed in sleep + The members lie, the mind, without restraint + Can flit, and re-enact by night, the deeds + That occupied the day. The warrior fierce, + Who cities shakes and towns destroys by fire + Maneuvering armies sees, and javelins, + And funerals of kings and bloody fields. + + The cringing lawyer dreams of courts and trials, + The miser hides his hoard, new treasures finds: + The hunter's horn and hounds the forests wake, + The shipwrecked sailor from his hulk is swept. + Or, washed aboard, just misses perishing. + Adultresses will bribe, and harlots write + To lovers: dogs, in dreams their hare still course; + And old wounds ache most poignantly in dreams!" + +"Still, what's to prevent our searching the ship?" said Lycas, after he +had expiated Tryphaena's dream, "so that we will not be guilty of +neglecting the revelations of Providence?" "And who were the rascals who +were being shaved last night by the light of the moon?" chimed in Hesus, +unexpectedly, for that was the name of the fellow who had caught us at +our furtive transformation in the night. "A rotten thing to do, I swear! +From what I hear, it's unlawful for any living man aboard ship to shed +hair or nails, unless the wind has kicked up a heavy sea." + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTH. + +Lycas was greatly disturbed by this information, and flew into a rage. +"So someone aboard my ship cut off his hair, did he?" he bawled, "and at +dead of night, too! Bring the offenders aft on deck here, and step +lively, so that I can tell whom to punish, from their heads, that the +ship may be freed from the curse!" "I ordered it done," Eumolpus broke +in, "and I didn't order it as an unlucky omen, either, seeing that I had +to be aboard the same vessel: I did it because the scoundrels had long +matted hair, I ordered the filth cleared off the wretches because I did +not wish to even seem to make a prison out of your ship: besides, I did +not want the seared scars of the letters to be hidden in the least, by +the interference of the hair; as they ought to be in plain sight, for +everyone to read, and at full length, too. In addition to their other +misdemeanors, they blew in my money on a street-walker whom they kept in +common; only last night I dragged them away from her, reeking with wine +and perfumes, as they were, and they still stink of the remnants of my +patrimony!" Thereupon, forty stripes were ordered for each of us, that +the tutelary genius of the ship might be propitiated. And they were not +long about it either. Eager to propitiate the tutelary genius with our +wretched blood, the savage sailors rushed upon us with their rope's ends. +For my part, I endured three lashes with Spartan fortitude, but at the +very first blow, Giton set up such a howling that his all too familiar +voice reached the ears of Tryphaena; nor was she the only one who was in +a flutter, for, attracted by this familiar voice, all the maids rushed to +where he was being flogged. Giton had already moderated the ardor of the +sailors by his wonderful beauty, he appealed to his torturers without +uttering a word. "It's Giton! It's Giton!" the maids all screamed in +unison. "Hold your hands, you brutes; help, Madame, it's Giton!" +Tryphaena turned willing ears, she had recognized that voice herself, and +flew to the boy. Lycas, who knew me as well as if he had heard my voice, +now ran up; he glanced at neither face nor hands, but directed his eyes +towards parts lower down; courteously he shook hands with them, "How do +you do, Encolpius," he said. Let no one be surprised at Ulysses' nurse +discovering, after twenty years, the scar that established his identity, +since this man, so keenly observant, had, in spite of the most skillful +disguise of every feature and the obliteration of every identifying mark +upon my body, so surely hit upon the sole means of identifying his +fugitive! Deceived by our appearance, Tryphaena wept bitterly, +believing that the marks upon our foreheads were, in truth, the brands +of prisoners: she asked us gently, into what slave's prison we had fallen +in our wanderings, and whose cruel hands had inflicted this punishment. +Still, fugitives whose members had gotten them into trouble certainly +deserved some punishment. + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTH. + +In a towering passion, Lycas leaped forward, "Oh you silly woman," he +shouted, "as if those scars were made by the letters on the +branding-iron! If only they had really blotched up their foreheads with +those inscriptions, it would be some satisfaction to us, at least; but +as it is, we are being imposed upon by an actor's tricks, and hoaxed by +a fake inscription!" Tryphaena was disposed to mercy, as all was not +lost for her pleasures, but Lycas remembered the seduction of his wife +and the insults to which he had been subjected in the portico of the +temple of Hercules: "Tryphaena," he gritted out, his face convulsed with +savage passion, "you are aware, I believe, that the immortal gods have a +hand in human affairs: what did they do but lead these scoundrels aboard +this ship in ignorance of the owner and then warn each of us alike, by a +coincidence of dreams, of what they had done? Can you then see how it +would be possible to let off those whom a god has, himself, delivered up +to punishment? I am not a cruel man; what moves me is this: I am afraid +I shall have to endure myself whatever I remit to them!" At this +superstitious plea Tryphaena veered around; denying that she would +plead for quarter, she was even anxious to help along the fulfillment of +this retribution, so entirely just: she had herself suffered an insult +no less poignant than had Lycas, for her chastity had been called in +question before a crowd. + + Primeval Fear created Gods on earth when from the sky + The lightning-flashes rent with flame the ramparts of the world, + And smitten Athos blazed! Then, Phoebus, sinking to the earth, + His course complete, and waning Luna, offerings received. + The changing seasons of the year the superstition spread + Throughout the world; and Ignorance and Awe, the toiling boor, + To Ceres, from his harvest, the first fruits compelled to yield + And Bacchus with the fruitful vine to crown. Then Pales came + Into her own, the shepherd's gains to share. Beneath the waves + Of every sea swims Neptune. Pallas guards the shops, + And those impelled by Avarice or Guilt, create new Gods! + +(Lycas, as he perceived that Tryphaena was as eager as himself for +revenge, gave orders for our punishment to be renewed and made more +drastic, whereupon Eumolpus endeavored to appease him as follows,) + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTH. + +("Lycas," said he, "these unfortunates upon whom you intend to wreak your +vengeance, implore your compassion and) have chosen me for this task. +I believe that I am a man, by no means unknown, and they desire that, +somehow, I will effect a reconciliation between them and their former +friends. Surely you do not imagine that these young men fell into such +a snare by accident, when the very first thing that concerns every +prospective passenger is the name of the captain to whom he intrusts his +safety! Be reasonable, then; forego your revenge and permit free men to +proceed to their destination without injury. When penitence manages to +lead their fugitives back, harsh and implacable masters restrain their +cruelty, and we are merciful to enemies who have surrendered. What could +you ask, or wish for, more? These well-born and respectable young men +be suppliant before your eyes and, what ought to move you more strongly +still, were once bound to you by the ties of friendship. If they had +embezzled your money or repaid your faith in them with treachery, +by Hercules, you have ample satisfaction from the punishment already +inflicted! Look! Can you read slavery on their foreheads, and see upon +the faces of free men the brand-marks of a punishment which was +self-inflicted!" Lycas broke in upon this plea for mercy, "Don't try to +confuse the issue," he said, "let every detail have its proper attention +and first of all, why did they strip all the hair off their heads, +if they came of their own free will? A man meditates deceit, not +satisfaction, when he changes his features! Then again, if they sought +reconciliation through a mediator, why did you do your best to conceal +them while employed in their behalf? It is easily seen that the +scoundrels fell into the toils by chance and that you are seeking some +device by which you could sidestep the effects of our resentment. And be +careful that you do not spoil your case by over-confidence when you +attempt to sow prejudice among us by calling them well-born and +respectable! What should the injured parties do when the guilty run into +their own punishment? And inasmuch as they were our friends, by that, +they deserve more drastic punishment still, for whoever commits an +assault upon a stranger, is termed a robber; but whoever assaults a +friend, is little better than a parricide!" "I am well aware," Eumolpus +replied, to rebut this damning harangue, "that nothing can look blacker +against these poor young men than their cutting off their hair at night. +On this evidence, they would seem to have come aboard by accident, not +voluntarily. Oh how I wish that the explanation could come to your ears +just as candidly as the thing itself happened! They wanted to relieve +their heads of that annoying and useless weight before they came aboard, +but the unexpected springing up of the wind prevented the carrying out of +their wishes, and they did not imagine that it mattered where they began +what they had decided to do, because they were unacquainted with either +the omens or the law of seafaring men." "But why should they shave +themselves like suppliants?" demanded Lycas, "unless, of course, they +expected to arouse more sympathy as bald-pates. What's the use of +seeking information through a third person, anyway? You scoundrel, what +have you to say for yourself? What salamander singed off your eyebrows? +You poisoner, what god did you vow your hair to? Answer!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTH. + +I was stricken dumb, and trembled from fear of punishment, nor could I +find anything to say, out of countenance as I was and hideous, for to the +disgrace of a shaven poll was added an equal baldness in the matter of +eyebrows; the case against me was only too plain, there was not a thing +to be said or done! Finally, a damp sponge was passed over my tear-wet +face, and thereupon, the smut dissolved and spread over my whole +countenance, blotting out every feature in a sooty cloud. Anger turned +into loathing. Swearing that he would permit no one to humiliate +well-born young men contrary to right and law, Eumolpus checked the +threats of the savage persecutors by word and by deed. His hired +servant backed him up in his protest, as did first one and then another +of the feeblest of the seasick passengers, whose participation served +rather to inflame the disagreement than to be of help to us. For myself +I asked no quarter, but I shook my fists in Tryphaena's face, and told +her in a loud voice that unless she stopped hurting Giton, I would use +every ounce of my strength against her, reprobate woman that she was, +the only person aboard the ship who deserved a flogging. Lycas was +furiously angry at my hardihood, nor was he less enraged at my +abandoning my own cause, to take up that of another, in so wholehearted +a manner. Inflamed as she was by this affront, Tryphaena was as furious +as he, so the whole ship's company was divided into two factions. On +our side, the hired barber armed himself with a razor and served out the +others to us; on their side, Tryphaena's retainers prepared to battle +with their bare fists, nor was the scolding of female warriors unheard +in the battle-line. The pilot was neutral, but he declared that unless +this madness, stirred up by the lechery of a couple of vagabonds, died +down, he would let go the helm! The fury of the combatants continued to +rage none the less fiercely, nevertheless, they fighting for revenge, we +for life. Many fell on each side, though none were mortally wounded, +and more, bleeding from wounds, retreated, as from a real battle, but +the fury of neither side abated. At last the gallant Giton turned the +menacing razor against his own virile parts, and threatened to cut away +the cause of so many misfortunes. This was too much for Tryphaena; she +prevented the perpetration of so horrid a crime by the out and out +promise of quarter. Time and time again, I lifted the barber's blade to +my throat, but I had no more intention of killing myself than had Giton +of doing what he threatened, but he acted out the tragic part more +realistically than I, as it was, because he knew that he held in his +hand the same razor with which he had already cut his throat. The lines +still stood at the ready, and it was plain to be seen that this would be +no everyday affair, when the pilot, with difficulty, prevailed upon +Tryphaena to undertake the office of herald, and propose a truce; so, +when pledges of good faith had been given and received, in keeping with +the ancient precedent she snatched an olive-branch from the ship's +figurehead and, holding it out, advanced boldly to parley. + + "What fury," she exclaims, "turns peace to war? What evil deed + Was by these hands committed? Trojan hero there is none + Absconding in this ship with bride of Atreus' cuckold seed + Nor crazed Medea, stained by life's blood of her father's son! + But passion scorned, becomes a power: alas! who courts his end + By drawing sword amidst these waves? Why die before our time? + Strive not with angry seas to vie and to their fury lend + Your rage by piling waves upon its savage floods sublime !" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINTH. + +The woman poured out this rhapsody in a loud excited voice, the +battle-line wavered for an instant, then all hands were recalled to +peace and terminated the war. Eumolpus, our commander, took advantage +of the psychological moment of their repentance and, after administering +a stinging rebuke to Lycas, signed a treaty of peace which was drawn up +as follows: "It is hereby solemnly agreed on your part, Tryphaena, that +you do forego complaint of any wrong done you by Giton; that you do not +bring up anything that has taken place prior to this date, that you do +not seek to revenge anything that has taken place prior to this date, +that you do not take steps to follow it up in any other manner +whatsoever; that you do not command the boy to perform anything to him +repugnant; that you do neither embrace nor kiss the said Giton; that you +do not enfold said Giton in the sexual embrace, except under immediate +forfeiture of one hundred denarii. Item, it is hereby agreed on your +part, Lycas, that you do refrain from annoying Encolpius with abusive +word or reproachful look; that you do not seek to ascertain where he +sleep at night; or, if you do so seek, that you forfeit two hundred +denarii immediately for each and every such offense." The treaty was +signed upon these terms, and we laid down our arms. It seemed well to +wipe out the past with kisses, after we had taken oath, for fear any +vestige of rancor should persist in our minds. Factious hatreds died +out amidst universal good-fellowship, and a banquet, served on the field +of battle, crowned our reconciliation with joviality. The whole ship +resounded with song and, as a sudden calm had caused her to lose +headway, one tried to harpoon the leaping fish, another hauled in the +struggling catch on baited hooks. Then some sea-birds alighted upon the +yard-arms and a skillful fowler touched them with his jointed rods: they +were brought down to our hands, stuck fast to the limed segments. The +breeze caught up the down, but the wing and tail feathers twisted +spirally as they fell into the sea-foam. Lycas was already beginning to +be on good terms with me, and Tryphaena had just sprinkled Giton with +the last drops in her cup, when Eumolpus, who was himself almost drunk, +was seized with the notion of satirizing bald pates and branded rascals, +but when he had exhausted his chilly wit, he returned at last to his +poetry and recited this little elegy upon hair: + + "Gone are those locks that to thy beauty lent such lustrous charm + And blighted are the locks of Spring by bitter Winter's sway; + Thy naked temples now in baldness mourn their vanished form, + And glistens now that poor bare crown, its hair all worn away + Oh! Faithless inconsistency! The gods must first resume + The charms that first they granted youth, that it might lovelier + bloom! + Poor wretch, but late thy locks did brighter glister + Than those of great Apollo or his sister! + Now, smoother is thy crown than polished grasses + Or rounded mushrooms when a shower passes! + In fear thou fliest the laughter-loving lasses. + That thou may'st know that Death is on his way, + Know that thy head is partly dead this day!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TENTH. + +It is my opinion that he intended favoring us with more of the same kind +of stuff, sillier than the last, but Tryphaena's maid led Giton away +below and fitted the lad out in her mistress' false curls; then producing +some eyebrows from a vanity box, she skillfully traced out the lines of +the lost features and restored him to his proper comeliness. Recognizing +the real Giton, Tryphaena was moved to tears, and then for the first time +she gave the boy a real love-kiss. I was overjoyed, now that the lad was +restored to his own handsome self, but I hid my own face all the more +assiduously, realizing that I was disfigured by no ordinary hideousness +since not even Lycas would bestow a word upon me. The maid rescued me +from this misfortune finally, however, and calling me aside, she decked +me out with a head of hair which was none the less becoming; my face +shone more radiantly still, as a matter of fact, for my curls were +golden! But in a little while, Eumolpus, mouthpiece of the distressed +and author of the present good understanding, fearing that the general +good humor might flag for lack of amusement, began to indulge in sneers +at the fickleness of women: how easily they fell in love; how readily +they forgot even their own sons! No woman could be so chaste but that +she could be roused to madness by a chance passion! Nor had he need to +quote from old tragedies, or to have recourse to names, notorious for +centuries; on the contrary, if we cared to hear it, he would relate an +incident which had occurred within his own memory, whereupon, as we all +turned our faces towards him and gave him our attention, he began as +follows: + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVENTH. + +"There was a certain married lady at Ephesus, once upon a time, so noted +for her chastity that she even drew women from the neighboring states to +come to gaze upon her! When she carried out her husband she was by no +means content to comply with the conventional custom and follow the +funeral cortege with her hair down, beating her naked breast in sight of +the onlookers! She followed the corpse, even into the tomb; and when the +body had been placed in the vault, in accordance with the Greek custom, +she began to stand vigil over it, weeping day and night! Neither parents +nor relations could divert her from punishing herself in this manner and +from bringing on death by starvation. The magistrates, the last resort, +were rebuffed and went away, and the lady, mourned by all as an unusual +example, dragged through the fifth day without nourishment. A most +faithful maid was in attendance upon the poor woman; she either wept in +company with the afflicted one or replenished the lamp which was placed +in the vault, as the occasion required. Throughout the whole city there +was but one opinion, men of every calling agreed that here shone the one +solitary example of chastity and of love! In the meantime the governor +of the province had ordered some robbers crucified near the little vault +in which the lady was bewailing her recent loss. On the following night, +a soldier who was standing guard over the crosses for fear someone might +drag down one of the bodies for burial, saw a light shining brightly +among the tombs, and heard the sobs of someone grieving. A weakness +common to mankind made him curious to know who was there and what was +going on, so he descended into the tomb and, catching sight of a most +beautiful woman, he stood still, afraid at first that it was some +apparition or spirit from the infernal regions; but he finally +comprehended the true state of affairs as his eye took in the corpse +lying there, and as he noted the tears and the face lacerated by the +finger-nails, he understood that the lady was unable to endure the loss +of the dear departed. He then brought his own scanty ration into the +vault and exhorted the sobbing mourner not to persevere in useless grief, +or rend her bosom with unavailing sobs; the same end awaited us all, the +same last resting place: and other platitudes by which anguished minds +are recalled to sanity. But oblivious to sympathy, she beat and +lacerated her bosom more vehemently than before and, tearing out her +hair, she strewed it upon the breast of the corpse. Notwithstanding +this, the soldier would not leave off, but persisted in exhorting the +unfortunate lady to eat, until the maid, seduced by the smell of the +wine, I suppose, was herself overcome and stretched out her hand to +receive the bounty of their host. Refreshed by food and drink, she +then began to attack the obstinacy of her mistress. 'What good will it +do you to die of hunger?' she asked, 'or to bury yourself alive'? Or to +surrender an uncondemned spirit before the fates demand it? 'Think you +the ashes or sepultured dead can feel aught of thy woe! Would you recall +the dead from the reluctant fates? Why not shake off this womanish +weakness and enjoy the blessings of light while you can? The very corpse +lying there ought to convince you that your duty is to live!' When +pressed to eat or to live, no one listens unwillingly, and the lady, +thirsty after an abstinence of several days, finally permitted her +obstinacy to be overcome; nor did she take her fill of nourishment +with less avidity than had the maid who had surrendered first." + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWELFTH. + +"But to make a long story short, you know the temptations that beset a +full stomach: the soldier laid siege to her virtue with the selfsame +blandishments by which he had persuaded her that she ought to live. Nor, +to her modest eye, did the young man seem uncouth or wanting in address. +The maid pled in his behalf and kept repeating: + + Why will you fight with a passion that to you is pleasure, + Remembering not in whose lands you are taking your leisure? + +"But why should I keep you longer in suspense? The lady observed the +same abstinence when it came to this part of her body, and the victorious +soldier won both of his objectives; so they lay together, not only +that night, in which they pledged their vows, but also the next, and even +the third, shutting the doors of the vault, of course, so that anyone, +acquaintance or stranger, coming to the tomb, would be convinced that +this most virtuous of wives had expired upon the body of her husband. As +for the soldier, so delighted was he with the beauty of his mistress and +the secrecy of the intrigue, that he purchased all the delicacies his pay +permitted and smuggled them into the vault as soon as darkness fell. +Meanwhile, the parents of one of the crucified criminals, observing the +laxness of the watch, dragged the hanging corpse down at night and +performed the last rite. The soldier was hoodwinked while absent from +his post of duty, and when on the following day he caught sight of one of +the crosses without its corpse, he was in terror of punishment and +explained to the lady what had taken place: He would await no sentence of +court-martial, but would punish his neglect of duty with his own sword! +Let her prepare a place for one about to die, let that fatal vault serve +both the lover and the husband! 'Not that,' cried out the lady, no less +merciful than chaste, 'the gods forbid that I should look at the same +time upon the corpses of the two men dearest to me; I would rather hang +the dead than slay the living!' So saying, she gave orders for the body +of her husband to be lifted out of the coffin and fastened upon the +vacant cross! The soldier availed himself of the expedient suggested by +this very ingenious lady and next day everyone wondered how a dead man +had found his way to the cross!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEENTH. + +The sailors received this tale with roars of laughter, and Tryphaena +blushed not a little and laid her face amorously upon Giton's neck. But +Lycas did not laugh; "If that governor had been a just man," said he, +shaking his head angrily, "he would have ordered the husband's body taken +down and carried back into the vault, and crucified the woman." No doubt +the memory of Hedyle haunted his mind, and the looting of his ship in +that wanton excursion. But the terms of the treaty permitted the +harboring of no old grudges and the joy which filled our hearts left no +room for anger. Tryphaena was lying in Giton's lap by this time, +covering his bosom with kisses one minute and rearranging the curls upon +his shaven head the next. Uneasy and chagrined at this new league, I +took neither food nor drink but looked askance at them both, with grim +eyes. Every kiss was a wound to me, every artful blandishment which the +wanton woman employed, and I could not make up my mind as to whether I +was more angered at the boy for having supplanted me with my mistress, or +at my mistress for debauching the boy: both were hateful to my sight, and +more galling than my late servitude. And to make the matter all the more +aggravating, Tryphaena would not even greet me as an acquaintance, whom +she had formerly received as a lover, while Giton did not think me worthy +of a "Here's-to-you" in ordinary civility, nor even speak to me in the +course of the common conversation; I suppose he was afraid of reopening a +tender scar at the moment when a return to her good graces had commenced +to draw it together. Tears of vexation dropped upon my breast and the +groan I smothered in a sigh nearly wracked my soul. + + The vulture tearing; at the liver's deep and vital parts, + That wracks our breasts and rends our very heartstrings + Is not that bird the charming poet sings with all his arts; + 'T'is jealousy or hate that human hearts stings. + +(In spite of my ill-humor, Lycas saw how well my golden curls became me +and, becoming enamoured anew, began winking his wanton eyes at me and) +sought admission to my good graces upon a footing of pleasure, nor did he +put on the arrogance of a master, but spoke as a friend asking a favor; +(long and ardently he tried to gain his ends, but all in vain, till at +last, meeting with a decisive repulse, his passion turned to fury and he +tried to carry the place by storm; but Tryphaena came in unexpectedly and +caught him in his wanton attempt, whereupon he was greatly upset and +hastily adjusted his clothing and bolted out of the cabin. Tryphaena was +fired with lust at this sight, "What was Lycas up to?" she demanded. +"What was he after in that ardent assault?" She compelled me to explain, +burned still more hotly at what she heard, and, recalling memories of our +past familiarities, she desired me to renew our old amour, but I was worn +out with so much venery and slighted her advances. She was burning up +with desire by this time, and threw her arms around me in a frenzied +embrace, hugging me so tightly that I uttered an involuntary cry of pain. +One of her maids rushed in at this and, thinking that I was attempting to +force from her mistress the very favor which I had refused her, she +sprang at us and tore us apart. Thoroughly enraged at the disappointment +of her lecherous passion, Tryphaena upbraided me violently, and with many +threats she hurried out to find Lycas for the purpose of exasperating him +further against me and of joining forces with him to be revenged upon me. +Now you must know that I had formerly held a very high place in this +waiting-maid's esteem, while I was prosecuting my intrigue with her +mistress, and for that reason she took it very hard when she surprised me +with Tryphaena, and sobbed very bitterly. I pressed her earnestly to tell +me the reason for her sobs) {and after pretending to be reluctant she +broke out:} "You will think no more of her than of a common prostitute if +you have a drop of decent blood in your veins! You will not resort to +that female catamite, if you are a man!" {This disturbed my mind but} +what exercised me most was the fear that Eumolpus would find out what +was going on and, being a very sarcastic individual, might revenge my +supposed injury in some poetic lampoon, (in which event his ardent zeal +would without doubt expose me to ridicule, and I greatly dreaded that. +But while I was debating with myself as to the best means of preventing +him from getting at the facts, who should suddenly come in but the man +himself; and he was not uninformed as to what had taken place, for +Tryphaena had related all the particulars to Giton and had tried to +indemnify herself for my repulse, at the expense of my little friend. +Eumolpus was furiously angry because of all this, and all the more so as +lascivious advances were in open violation of the treaty which had been +signed. The minute the old fellow laid eyes upon me, he began bewailing +my lot and ordered me to tell him exactly what had happened. As he was +already well informed, I told him frankly of Lycas' lecherous attempt and +of Tryphaena's wanton assault. When he had heard all the facts,) +Eumolpus swore roundly (that he would certainly avenge us, as the Gods +were just and would not suffer so many villainies to go unpunished.) + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEENTH. + +We were still discussing this and other matters when the sea grew rough, +and clouds, gathering from every quarter, obscured with darkness the +light of day. The panic-stricken sailors ran to their stations and took +in sail before the squall was upon them, but the gale did not drive the +waves in any one direction and the helmsman lost his bearings and did not +know what course to steer. At one moment the wind would set towards +Sicily, but the next, the North Wind, prevailing on the Italian coast, +would drive the unlucky vessel hither and yon; and, what was more +dangerous than all the rain-squalls, a pall of such black density blotted +out the light that the helmsman could not even see as far forward as the +bow. At last, as the savage fury of the sea grew more malignant, the +trembling Lycas stretched out his hands to me imploringly. "Save us from +destruction, Encolpius," he shouted; "restore that sacred robe and holy +rattle to the ship! Be merciful, for heaven's sake, just as you used to +be!" He was still shouting when a windsquall swept him into the sea; the +raging elements whirled him around and around in a terrible maelstrom and +sucked him down. Tryphaena, on the other hand, was seized by her +faithful servants, placed in a skiff, along with the greater part of her +belongings, and saved from certain death. Embracing Giton, I wept aloud: +"Did we deserve this from the gods," I cried, "to be united only in +death? No! Malignant fortune grudges even that. Look! In an instant +the waves will capsize the ship! Think! In an instant the sea will +sever this lover's embrace! If you ever loved Encolpius truly, kiss him +while yet you may and snatch this last delight from impending +dissolution!" Even as I was speaking, Giton removed his garment and, +creeping beneath my tunic, he stuck out his head to be kissed; then, +fearing some more spiteful wave might separate us as we clung together, +he passed his belt around us both. "If nothing else," he cried, "the sea +will at least bear us longer, joined together, and if, in pity, it casts +us up upon the same shore, some passerby may pile some stones over us, +out of common human kindness, or the last rites will be performed by the +drifting sand, in spite of the angry waves." I submit to this last bond +and, as though I were laid out upon my death-bed, await an end no longer +dreaded. Meanwhile, accomplishing the decrees of the Fates, the storm +stripped the ship of all that was left; no mast, no helm, not a rope nor +an oar remained on board her; she was only a derelict, heavy and +water-logged, drifting before the waves. Some fishermen hastily put off +in their little boats to salvage their booty, but, seeing men alive and +ready to defend their property, they changed their predatory designs into +offers of help. + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEENTH. + +Just then, amid that clamor of voices we heard a peculiar noise, and from +beneath the captain's cabin there came a bellowing as of some wild beast +trying to get out. We then followed up the sound and discovered +Eumolpus, sitting there scribbling verses upon an immense sheet of +parchment! Astounded that he could find time to write poetry at death's +very door, we hauled him out, in spite of his protests, and ordered him +to return to his senses, but he flew into a rage at being interrupted; +"Leave me alone until I finish this sentence," he bawled; "the poem +labors to its birth." Ordering Giton to come to close quarters and help +me drag the bellowing bard ashore, I laid hands upon the lunatic. When +this job had at last been completed, we came, wet and wretched, to a +fisherman's hut and refreshed ourselves somewhat with stores from the +wreck, spoiled though they were by salt water, and passed a night that +was almost interminable. As we were holding a council, next day, to +determine to what part of the country we had best proceed, I suddenly +caught sight of a human body, turning around in a gentle eddy and +floating towards the shore. Stricken with melancholy, I stood still and +began to brood, with wet eyes, upon the treachery of the sea. "And +perhaps," said I, "a wife, safe in some far-away country of the earth, +awaits this man, or a son who little dreams of storms or wrecks; or +perhaps he left behind a father, whom he kissed good-by at parting! Such +is the end of mortal's plans, such is the outcome of great ambitions! +See how man rides the waves!" Until now, I had been sorrowing for a mere +stranger, but a wave turned the face, which had undergone no change, +towards the shore, and I recognized Lycas; so evil-tempered and so +unrelenting but a short time before, now cast up almost at my feet! I +could no longer restrain the tears, at this; I beat my breast again and +yet again, with my hands. "Where is your evil temper now?" I cried. +"Where is your unbridled passion? You be there, a prey to fish and wild +beasts, you who boasted but a little while ago of the strength of your +command. Now you have not a single plank left of your great ship! Go +on, mortals; set your hearts upon the fulfillment of great ambitions: Go +on, schemers, and in your wills control for a thousand years the disposal +of the wealth you got by fraud! Only yesterday this man audited the +accounts of his family estate, yea, even reckoned the day he would arrive +in his native land and settled it in his mind! Gods and goddesses, how +far he lies from his appointed destination! But the waves of the sea are +not alone in thus keeping faith with mortal men: The warrior's weapons +fail him; the citizen is buried beneath the ruins of his own penates, +when engaged in paying his vows to the gods; another falls from his +chariot and dashes out his ardent spirit; the glutton chokes at dinner; +the niggard starves from abstinence. Give the dice a fair throw and you +will find shipwreck everywhere! Ah, but one overwhelmed by the waves +obtains no burial! As though it matters in what manner the body, once it +is dead, is consumed: by fire, by flood, by time! Do what you will, +these all achieve the same end. Ah, but the beasts will mangle the body! +As though fire would deal with it any more gently; when we are angry with +our slaves that is the punishment which we consider the most severe. +What folly it is, then, to do everything we can to prevent the grave from +leaving any part of us behind {when the Fates will look out for us, even +against our wills."} (After these reflections we made ready to pay the +last rites to the corpse,) and Lycas was burned upon a funeral pyre +raised by the hands of enemies, while Eumolpus, fixing his eyes upon the +far distance to gain inspiration, composed an epitaph for the dead man: + + HIS FATE WAS UNAVOIDABLE + + NO ROCK-HEWN TOMB NOR SCULPTURED MARBLE HIS, + + HIS NOBLE CORPSE FIVE FEET OF EARTH RECEIVED, + + HE RESTS IN PEACE BENEATH THIS HUMBLE MOUND. + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEENTH. + +We set out upon our intended journey, after this last office had been +wholeheartedly performed, and, in a little while, arrived, sweating, at +the top of a mountain, from which we made out, at no great distance, a +town, perched upon the summit of a lofty eminence. Wanderers as we were, +we had no idea what town it could be, until we learned from a caretaker +that it was Crotona, a very ancient city, and once the first in Italy. +When we earnestly inquired, upon learning this, what men inhabited such +historic ground, and the nature of the business in which they were +principally engaged, now that their wealth had been dissipated by the oft +recurring wars, "My friends," replied he, "if you are men of business, +change your plans and seek out some other conservative road to a +livelihood, but if you can play the part of men of great culture, always +ready with a lie, you are on the straight road to riches: The study of +literature is held in no estimation in that city, eloquence has no niche +there, economy and decent standards of morality come into no reward of +honor there; you must know that every man whom you will meet in that city +belongs to one of two factions; they either 'take-in,' or else they are +'taken-in.' No one brings up children in that city, for the reason that +no one who has heirs is invited to dinner or admitted to the games; such +an one is deprived of all enjoyments and must lurk with the rabble. On +the other hand, those who have never married a wife, or those who have no +near relatives, attain to the very highest honors; in other words, they +are the only ones who are considered soldierly, or the bravest of the +brave, or even good. You will see a town which resembles the fields in +time of pestilence," he continued, "in which there is nothing but +carcasses to be torn at and carrion crows tearing at them." + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEENTH. + +Eumolpus, who had a deeper insight, turned this state of affairs over in +his mind and declared that he was not displeased with a prospect of that +kind. I thought the old fellow was joking in the care-free way of poets, +until he complained, "If I could only put up a better front! I mean that +I wish my clothing was in better taste, that my jewelry was more +expensive; all this would lend color to my deception: I would not carry +this scrip, by Hercules, I would not I would lead you all to great +riches!" For my part, I undertook to supply whatever my companion in +robbery had need of, provided he would be satisfied with the garment, and +with whatever spoils the villa of Lycurgus had yielded when we robbed it; +as for money against present needs, the Mother of the Gods would see to +that, out of regard to her own good name! "Well, what's to prevent our +putting on an extravaganza?" demanded Eumolpus. "Make me the master if +the business appeals to you." No one ventured to condemn a scheme by +which he could lose nothing, and so, that the lie would be kept safe +among us all, we swore a solemn oath, the words of which were dictated by +Eumolpus, to endure fire, chains, flogging, death by the sword, and +whatever else Eumolpus might demand of us, just like regular gladiators! +After the oath had been taken, we paid our respects to our master with +pretended servility, and were informed that Eumolpus had lost a son, a +young man of great eloquence and promise, and that it was for this reason +the poor old man had left his native land that he might not see the +companions and clients of his son, nor even his tomb, which was the cause +of his daily tears. To this misfortune a recent shipwreck had been +added, in which he had lost upwards of two millions of sesterces; not +that he minded the loss but, destitute of a train of servants he could +not keep up his proper dignity! Furthermore, he had, invested in Africa, +thirty millions of sesterces in estates and bonds; such a horde of his +slaves was scattered over the fields of Numidia that he could have even +sacked Carthage! We demanded that Eumolpus cough frequently, to further +this scheme, that he have trouble with his stomach and find fault with +all the food when in company, that he keep talking of gold and silver and +estates, the incomes from which were not what they should be, and of the +everlasting unproductiveness of the soil; that he cast up his accounts +daily, that he revise the terms of his will monthly, and, for fear any +detail should be lacking to make the farce complete, he was to use the +wrong names whenever he wished to summon any of us, so that it would be +plain to all that the master had in mind some who were not present. When +everything had been thus provided for, we offered a prayer to the gods +"that the matter might turn out well and happily," and took to the road. +But Giton could not bear up under his unaccustomed load, and the hired +servant Corax, a shirker of work, often put down his own load and cursed +our haste, swearing that he would either throw his packs away or run away +with his load. "What do you take me for, a beast of burden?" he +grumbled, "or a scow for carrying stone? I hired out to do the work of a +man, not that of a pack-horse, and I'm as free as you are, even if my +father did leave me poor!" Not satisfied with swearing, he lifted up his +leg from time to time and filled the road with an obscene noise and a +filthy stench. Giton laughed at his impudence and imitated every +explosion with his lips, {but Eumolpus relapsed into his usual vein, even +in spite of this.} + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEENTH. + +"Young men," said he, "many are they who have been seduced by poetry; +for, the instant a man has composed a verse in feet, and has woven a more +delicate meaning into it by means of circumlocutions, he straightway +concludes that he has scaled Helicon! Take those who are worn out by the +distressing detail of the legal profession, for example: they often seek +sanctuary in the tranquillity of poetry, as a more sheltered haven, +believing themselves able more easily to compose a poem than a rebuttal +charged with scintillating epigrams! But a more highly cultivated mind +loves not this conceited affectation, nor can it either conceive or bring +forth, unless it has been steeped in the vast flood of literature. Every +word that is what I would call 'low,' ought to be avoided, and phrases +far removed from plebeian usage should be chosen. Let 'Ye rabble rout +avaunt,' be your rule. In addition, care should be exercised in +preventing the epigrams from standing out from the body of the speech; +they should gleam with the brilliancy woven into the fabric. Homer is an +example, and the lyric poets, and our Roman Virgil, and the exquisite +propriety of Horace. Either the others did not discover the road that +leads to poetry, or, having seen, they feared to tread it. Whoever +attempts that mighty theme, the civil war, for instance, will sink under +the load unless he is saturated with literature. Events, past and +passing, ought not to be merely recorded in verse, the historian will +deal with them far better; by means of circumlocutions and the +intervention of the immortals, the free spirit, wracked by the search for +epigrams having a mythological illusion, should plunge headlong and +appear as the prophecy of a mind inspired rather than the attested faith +of scrupulous exactitude in speech. This hasty composition may please +you, even though it has not yet received its final polishing:" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEENTH. + + "The conquering Roman now held the whole world in his sway, + + The ocean, the land; where the sun shone by day or the moon + + Gleamed by night: but unsated was he. And the seas + + Were roiled by the weight of his deep-laden keels; if a bay + + Lay hidden beyond, or a land which might yield yellow gold + + 'Twas held as a foe. While the struggle for treasure went on + + The fates were preparing the horrors and scourges of war. + + Amusements enjoyed by the vulgar no longer can charm + + Nor pleasures worn threadbare by use of the plebeian mob. + + The bronzes of Corinth are praised by the soldier at sea; + + And glittering gems sought in earth, vie with purple of Tyre; + + Numidia curses her here, there, the exquisite silks + + Of China; Arabia's people have stripped their own fields. + + Behold other woes and calamities outraging peace! + + Wild beasts, in the forest are hunted, for gold; and remote + + African hammon is covered by beaters, for fear + + Some beast that slays men with his teeth shall escape, for by that + + His value to men is enhanced! The vessels receive + + Strange ravening monsters; the tiger behind gilded bars + + And pacing his cage is transported to Rome, that his jaws + + May drip with the life blood of men to the plaudits of men + + Oh shame! To point out our impending destruction; the crime + + Of Persia enacted anew; in his puberty's bloom + + The man child is kidnapped; surrenders his powers to the knife, + + Is forced to the calling of Venus; delayed and hedged round + + The hurrying passage of life's finest years is held back + + And Nature seeks Nature but finds herself not. Everywhere + + These frail-limbed and mincing effeminates, flowing of locks, + + Bedecked with an infinite number of garments of silk + + Whose names ever change, the wantons and lechers to snare, + + Are eagerly welcomed! From African soil now behold + + The citron-wood tables; their well-burnished surface reflects + + Our Tyrian purples and slaves by the horde, and whose spots + + Resemble the gold that is cheaper than they and ensnare + + Extravagance. Sterile and ignobly prized is the wood + + But round it is gathered a company sodden with wine; + + And soldiers of fortune whose weapons have rusted, devour + + The spoils of the world. Art caters to appetite. Wrasse + + From Sicily brought to their table, alive in his own Sea water. + + The oysters from Lucrine's shore torn, at the feast + + Are served to make famous the host; and the appetite, cloyed, + + To tempt by extravagance. Phasis has now been despoiled + + Of birds, its littoral silent, no sound there is heard + + Save only the wind as it rustles among the last leaves. + + Corruption no less vile is seen in the campus of Mars, + + Our quirites are bribed; and for plunder and promise of gain + + Their votes they will alter. The people is venal; corrupt + + The Senate; support has its price! And the freedom and worth + + Of age is decayed, scattered largesse now governs their power; + + Corrupted by gold, even dignity lies in the dust. + + Cato defeated and hooted by mobs, but the victor + + Is sadder, ashamed to have taken the rods from a Cato: + + In this lay the shame of the nation and character's downfall, + + 'Twas not the defeat of a man! No! The power and the glory + + Of Rome were brought low; represented in him was the honor + + Of sturdy Republican Rome. So, abandoned and wretched, + + The city has purchased dishonor: has purchased herself! + + Despoiled by herself, no avenger to wipe out the stigma + + Twin maelstroms of debt and of usury suck down the commons. + + No home with clear title, no citizen free from a mortgage, + + But as some slow wasting disease all unheralded fastens + + Its hold on the vitals, destroying the vigor of manhood, + + So, fear of the evils impending, impels them to madness. + + Despair turns to violence, luxury's ravages needs must + + Repaired be by bloodshed, for indigence safely can venture. + + Can art or sane reason rouse wallowing Rome from the offal + + And break the voluptuous slumber in which she is sunken? + + Or must it be fury and war and the blood-lust of daggers?" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTIETH. + + "Three chieftains did fortune bring forth, whom the fury of battles + + Destroyed; and interred, each one under a mountain of weapons; + + The Parthian has Crassus, Pompeius the Great by the waters + + Of Egypt lies. Julius, ungrateful Rome stained with his life blood. + + And earth has divided their ashes, unable to suffer + + The weight of so many tombs. These are the wages of glory! + + There lies between Naples and Great Puteoli, a chasm + + Deep cloven, and Cocytus churns there his current; the vapor + + In fury escapes from the gorge with that lethal spray laden. + + No green in the aututun is there, no grass gladdens the meadow, + + The supple twigs never resound with the twittering singing + + Of birds in the Springtime. But chaos, volcanic black boulders + + Of pumice lie Happy within their drear setting of cypress. + + Amidst these infernal surroundings the ruler of Hades + + Uplifted his head by the funeral flames silhouetted + + And sprinkled with white from the ashes of corpses; and challenged + + Winged Fortune in words such as these: 'Oh thou fickle controller + + Of things upon earth and in heaven, security's foeman, + + Oh Chance! Oh thou lover eternally faithful to change, and + + Possession's betrayer, dost own thyself crushed by the power + + Of Rome? Canst not raise up the tottering mass to its downfall + + Its strength the young manhood of Rome now despises, and staggers + + In bearing the booty heaped up by its efforts: behold how + + They lavish their spoils! Wealth run mad now brings down their + destruction. + + They build out of gold and their palaces reach to the heavens; + + The sea is expelled by their moles and their pastures are oceans; + + They war against Nature in changing the state of creation. + + They threaten my kingdom! Earth yawns with their tunnels deep + driven + + To furnish the stone for their madmen's foundations; already + + The mountains are hollowed and now but re-echoing caverns; + + While man quarries marble to serve his vainglorious purpose + + The spirits infernal confess that they hope to win Heaven! + + Arise, then, O Chance, change thy countenance peaceful to warlike + + And harry the Romans, consign to my kingdom the fallen. + + Ah, long is it now since my lips were with blood cooled and + moistened, + + Nor has my Tisiphone bathed her blood-lusting body + + Since Sulla's sword drank to repletion and earth's bristling harvest + + Grew ripe upon blood and thrust up to the light of the sunshine!'" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIRST. + + "He spake ... and attempted to clasp the right hand of Fortuna, + + But ruptured the crust of the earth, deeply cloven, asunder. + + Then from her capricious heart Fortune made answer: 'O father + + Whom Cocytus' deepest abysses obey, if to forecast + + The future I may, without fear, thy petition shall prosper; + + For no less consuming the anger that wars in this bosom, + + The flame no less poignant, that burns to my marrow All favors + + I gave to the bulwarks of Rome, now, I hate them. My + + Gifts I repent! The same God who built up their dominion + + Shall bring down destruction upon it. In burning their manhood + + My heart shall delight and its blood-lust shall slake with their + slaughter. + + Now Philippi's field I can see strewn with dead of two battles + + And Thessaly's funeral pyres and Iberia mourning. + + Already the clangor of arms thrills my ears, and rings loudly: + + Thou, Lybian Nile, I can see now thy barriers groaning + + And Actium's gulf and Apollo's darts quailing the warriors! + + Then, open thy thirsty dominions and summon fresh spirits; + + For scarce will the ferryman's strength be sufficient to carry + + The souls of the dead in his skiff: 'tis a fleet that is needed! + + Thou, Pallid Tisiphone, slake with wide ruin, thy thirsting + + And tear ghastly wounds: mangled earth sinks to hell and the + spirits.'" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SECOND. + + "But scarce had she finished, when trembled the clouds; and a + gleaming + + Bright flash of Jove's lightning transfixed them with flame and was + gone. + + The Lord of the Shades blanched with fear, at this bolt of his + brother's, + + Sank back, and drew closely together the gorge in Earth's bosom. + + By auspices straightway the slaughter of men and the evils + + Impending are shown by the gods. Here, the Titan unsightly + + Blood red, veils his face with a twilight; on strife fratricidal + + Already he gazed, thou hadst thought! There, silvery Cynthia + + Obscuring her face at the full, denied light to the outrage. + + The mountain crests riven by rock-slides roll thundering downward + + And wandering rivers, to rivulets shrunk, writhed no longer + + Familiar marges between. With the clangor of armor + + The heavens resound; from the stars wafts the thrill of a trumpet + + Sounding the call to arms. AEtna, now roused to eruption + + Unwonted, darts flashes of flame to the clouds. Flitting phantoms + + Appear midst the tombs and unburied bones, gibbering menace + + A comet, strange stars in its diadem, leads a procession + + And reddens the skies with its fire. Showers of blood fall from + heaven + + These portents the Deity shortly fulfilled! For now Caesar + + Forsook vacillation and, spurred by the love of revenge, sheathed + + The Gallic sword; brandished the brand that proclaimed civil + warfare. + + There, high in the Alps, where the crags, by a Greek god once + trodden, + + Slope down and permit of approach, is a spot ever sacred + + To Hercules' altar; the winter with frozen snow seals it + + And rears to the heavens a summit eternally hoary, + + As though the sky there had slipped down: no warmth from the + sunbeams, + + No breath from the Springtime can soften the pile's wintry rigor + + Nor slacken the frost chains that bind; and its menacing shoulders + + The weight of the world could sustain. With victorious legions + + These crests Caesar trod and selected a camp. Gazing downwards + + On Italy's plains rolling far, from the top of the mountain, + + He lifted both hands to the heavens, his voice rose in prayer: + + 'Omnipotent Jove, and thou, refuge of Saturn whose glory + + Was brightened by feats of my armies and crowned with my triumphs, + + Bear witness! Unwillingly summon I Mars to these armies, + + Unwillingly draw I the sword! But injustice compels me. + + While enemy blood dyes the Rhine and the Alps are held firmly + + Repulsing a second assault of the Gauls on our city, + + She dubs me an outcast! And Victory makes me an exile! + + To triumphs three score, and defeats of the Germans, my treason + + I trace! How can they fear my glory or see in my battles + + A menace? But hirelings, and vile, to whom my Rome is but a + + Stepmother! Methinks that no craven this sword arm shall hamper + + And take not a stroke in repost. On to victory, comrades, + + While anger seethes hot. With the sword we will seek a decision + + The doom lowering down is a peril to all, and the treason. + + My gratitude owe I to you, not alone have I conquered! + + Since punishment waits by our trophies and victory merits + + Disgrace, then let Chance cast the lots. Raise the standard of + battle; + + Again take your swords. Well I know that my cause is accomplished + + Amidst such armed warriors I know that I cannot be beaten.' + + While yet the words echoed, from heaven the bird of Apollo + + Vouchsafed a good omen and beat with his pinions the ether. + + From out of the left of a gloomy grove strange voices sounded + + And flame flashed thereafter! The sun gleamed with brighter + refulgence + + Unwonted, his face in a halo of golden flame shining." + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THIRD. + + "By omens emboldened, to follow, the battle-flags, Caesar + + Commanded; and boldly led on down the perilous pathway. + + The footing, firm-fettered by frost chains and ice, did not hinder + + At first, but lay silent, the kindly cold masking its grimness; + + But, after the squadrons of cavalry shattered the clouds, bound + + By ice, and the trembling steeds crushed in the mail of the rivers, + + Then, melted the snows! And soon torrents newborn, from the + heights of + + The mountains rush down: but these also, as if by commandment + + Grow rigid, and, turn into ice, in their headlong rush downwards! + + Now, that which rushed madly a moment before, must be hacked + through! + + But now, it was treacherous, baffling their steps and their footing + + Deceiving; and men, horses, arms, fall in heaps, in confusion. + + And see! Now the clouds, by an icy gale smitten, their burden + + Discharge! Lo! the gusts of the whirlwind swirl fiercely + about them; + + The sky in convulsions, with swollen hail buffets them sorely. + + Already the clouds themselves rupture and smother their weapons, + + An avalanche icy roars down like a billow of ocean; + + Earth lay overwhelmed by the drifts of the snow and the planets + + Of heaven are blotted from sight; overwhelmed are the rivers + + That cling to their banks, but unconquered is Caesar! His javelin + + He leans on and scrunches with firm step a passage the bristling + + Grim ice fields across! As, spurred on by the lust, of adventure + + Amphitryon's offspring came striding the Caucasus slopes down; + + Or Jupiter's menacing mien as, from lofty Olympus + + He leaped, the doomed giants to crush and to scatter their weapons. + + While Caesar in anger the swelling peaks treads down, winged rumor + + In terror flies forth and on beating wings seeks the high summit + + Of Palatine tall: every image she rocks with her message + + Announcing this thunderbolt Roman! Already, the ocean + + Is tossing his fleets! Now his cavalry, reeking with German + + Gore, pours from the Alps! Slaughter, bloodshed, and weapons + + The red panorama of war is unrolled to their vision! + + By terror their hearts are divided: two counsels perplex them! + + One chooses by land to seek flight: to another, the water + + Appeals, and the sea than his own land is safer! Another + + Will stand to his arms and advantage extort from Fate's mandate. + + The depth of their fear marks the length of their flight! In + confusion + + The people itself--shameful spectacle--driven by terror + + Is led to abandon the city. Rome glories in fleeing! + + The Quirites from battle blench! Cowed by the breath of a rumor + + Relinquished their firesides to mourning! One citizen, palsied + + With terror, his children embraces: another, his penates + + Conceals in his bosom; then, weeping, takes leave of his threshold + + And slaughters the distant invader--with curses! Their spouses + + Some clasp to their sorrow-wracked bosoms! Youths carry their + fathers + + Bowed down with old age, uninured to the bearing of burdens. + + They seize what they dread to lose most. Inexperience drags all + + Its chattels to camp and to battle: as, when powerful Auster + + Piles up the churned waters and tumbles them: never a yard-arm + + Nor rudder to answer the hand, here, one fashions a life-raft + + Of pine planks, another steers into some bay on a lee shore, + + Another will crack on and run from the gale and to Fortune + + Trust all! But why sorrow for trifles? The consuls, with Pompey + + The Great--he, the terror of Pontus, of savage Hydaspes + + Explorer, the reef that wrecked pirates, caused Jove to turn livid, + + When thrice was a triumph decreed him, whom Pontus' vexed water + + And pacified billows of Bosphorus worshipped! Disgraceful their + + Flight! Title and glory forsaking! Now Fortune capricious + + Looks down on the back of great Pompey retreating in terror!" + + + + +CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOURTH. + + "So great a misfortune disrupted the concord of heaven + + And gods swelled the rout in their panic! Behold through creation + + The gentle divinities flee from the ravening earth; in + + Their loathing they turn from humanity, doomed to destruction! + + And first of all, Peace, with her snowy white arms, hides her visage + + Defeated, her helmet beneath and, abandoning earth, flees + + To seek out the realm of implacable Dis, as a refuge + + Meek Faith her companion, and Justice with locks loosely flowing, + + And Concord, in tears, and her raiment in tatters, attend her. + + The minions of Pluto pour forth from the portals of darkness + + That yawn: the serpent-haired Fury, Bellona the Savage, + + Megoera with firebrands, destruction, and treachery, livid + + Death's likeness! Among them is Frenzy, as, free, with her lashings + + Snapped short, she now raises her gory head, shielding her features + + Deep scarred by innumerous wounds 'neath her helmet blood-clotted. + + Her left arm she guards with a battle-scarred shield scored by + weapons, + + And numberless spear-heads protrude from its surface: her right hand + + A flaming torch brandishes, kindling a flame that will burn up + + The world! Now the gods are on earth and the skies note their + absence; + + The planets disordered their orbits attempt! Into factions + + The heavens divide; first Dione espouses the cause of + + Her Caesar. Minerva next steps to her side and the great son + + Of Ares, his mighty spear brandishing! Phoebus espouses + + The cause of Great Pompey: his sister and Mercury also + + And Hercules like unto him in his travels and labors. + + The trumpets call! Discord her Stygian head lifts to heaven + + Her tresses disheveled, her features with clotted blood covered, + + Tears pour from her bruised eyes, her iron fangs thick coated + with rust, + + Her tongue distils poison, her features are haloed with serpents, + + Her hideous bosom is visible under her tatters, + + A torch with a blood red flame waves from her tremulous right hand. + + Emerging from Cocytus dark and from Tartarus murky + + She strode to the crests of the Apennines noble, the prospect + + Of earth to survey, spread before her the world panorama + + Its shores and the armies that march on its surface: these words + then + + Burst out of her bosom malignant: 'To arms, now, ye nations, + + While anger seethes hot, seize your arms, set the torch to the + cities, + + Who skulks now is lost; neither woman nor child nor the aged + + Bowed down with their years shall find quarter: the whole world will + tremble + + And rooftrees themselves shall crash down and take part in the + struggle. + + Marcellus, hold firm for the law! And thou, Curio, madden + + The rabble! Thou, Lentulus, strive not to check valiant Ares! + + Thou, Cesar divine, why delayest thou now thine invasion? + + Why smash not the gates, why not level the walls of the cities, + + Their treasures to pillage? Thou, Magnus, dost not know the secret + + Of holding the hills of Rome? Take thou the walls of Dyrrachium, + + Let Thessaly's harbors be dyed with the blood of the Romans!' + + On earth was obeyed every detail of Discord's commandment." + + +When Eumolpus had, with great volubility, poured out this flood of words, +we came at last to Crotona. Here we refreshed ourselves at a mean inn, +but on the following day we went in search of more imposing lodgings and +fell in with a crowd of legacy hunters who were very curious as to the +class of society to which we belonged and as to whence we had come. +Thereupon, in accord with our mutual understanding, such ready answers +did we make as to who we might be or whence we had come that we gave them +no cause for doubt. 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C. Firebaugh, +in which are incorporated the forgeries of Nodot and Marchena, +and the readings introduced into the text by De Salas.</i></blockquote> +</blockquote> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<a name="pfront"></a><img alt="pfront.jpg (108K)" src="pfront.jpg" height="829" width="599"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS:</h2> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><a href="#p222">The Embarkation</a> +<p><a href="#p248">The Fight</a> +<p><a href="#p252">Eumolpus Reciting</a> +<p><a href="#p258">The Ephesian Matron</a> +<p><a href="#p268">The Rescue of Tryphena</a> +<p><a href="#p278">Corax</a> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center> + <h1><a name="THE SATYRICON"></a>THE SATYRICON OF</h1> + <h1>PETRONIUS ARBITER</h1> +</center> + +<br> +<br> + <center><h3>Volume 4.</h3></center> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<blockquote> +<p><i><b>BRACKET CODE:</b></i></p> +<p><i>(Forgeries of Nodot)</i></p> +<p><i>[Forgeries of Marchena]</i></p> +<p><i>{Additions of De Salas}</i></p> +<p><i> DW</i></p> +</blockquote> + +<br> +<br> +<br> + + + + + +<center> +<h1><a name="VOLUME IV."></a>VOLUME IV.</h1> +<h1>ENCOLPIUS, GITON AND EUMOLPUS ESCAPE BY SEA</h1> +</center> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p222"></a><img alt="p222.jpg (56K)" src="p222.jpg" height="601" width="583"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE NINETY-NINTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"I have always and everywhere lived such a life that each passing day was +spent as though that light would never return; (that is, in tranquillity! +Put aside those thoughts which worry you, if you wish to follow my lead. +Ascyltos persecutes you here; get out of his way. I am about to start +for foreign parts, you may come with me. I have taken a berth on a +vessel which will probably weigh anchor this very night. I am well known +on board, and we shall be well received.) + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> Leave then thy home and seek a foreign shore +<p> Brave youth; for thee thy destiny holds more: +<p> To no misfortune yield! The Danube far +<p> Shall know thy spirit, and the polar star, +<p> And placid Nile, and they who dwell in lands +<p> Where sunrise starts, or they where sunset ends! +<p> A new Ulysses treads on foreign sands." +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<p>(To me, this advice seemed both sound and practical, because it would +free me from any annoyance by Ascyltos, and because it gave promise of a +happier life. I was overcome by the kindly sympathy of Eumolpus, and was +especially sorry for the latest injury I had done him. I began to repent +my jealousy, which had been the cause of so many unpleasant happenings) +and with many tears, I begged and pled with him to admit me into favor, +as lovers cannot control their furious jealousy, and vowing, at the same +time, that I would not by word or deed give him cause for offense in the +future. And he, like a learned and cultivated gentleman, ought to remove +all irritation from his mind, and leave no trace of it behind. The snows +belong upon the ground in wild and uncultivated regions, but where the +earth has been beautified by the conquest of the plough, the light snow +melts away while you speak of it. And so it is with anger in the heart; +in savage minds it lingers long, it glides quickly away from the +cultured. "That you may experience the truth of what you say," exclaimed +Eumolpus, "see! I end my anger with a kiss. May good luck go with us! +Get your baggage together and follow me, or go on ahead, if you prefer." +While he was speaking, a knock sounded at the door, and a sailor with a +bristling beard stood upon the threshold. "You're hanging in the wind, +Eumolpus," said he, "as if you didn't know that son-of-a-bitch of a +skipper!" Without further delay we all got up. Eumolpus ordered his +servant, who had been asleep for some time, to bring his baggage out. +Giton and I pack together whatever we have for the voyage and, after +praying to the stars, we went aboard. + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDREDTH. +</h2><br> +<p>(We picked out a retired spot on the poop and Eumolpus dozed off, as it +was not yet daylight. Neither Giton nor myself could get a wink of +sleep, however. Anxiously I reflected that I had received Eumolpus as a +comrade, a rival more formidable than Ascyltos, and that thought tortured +me. But reason soon put my uneasiness to flight.) "It is unfortunate," +(said I to myself,) "that the lad has so taken our friend's fancy, but +what of it? Is not nature's every masterpiece common to all? The sun +shines upon all alike! The moon with her innumerable train of stars +lights even the wild beasts to their food. What can be more beautiful +than water? + +<p>"Yet it flows for common use. Shall love alone, then, be stolen, rather +than be regarded as a prize to be won? No, indeed I desire no possession +unless the world envies me for possessing it. A solitary old man can +scarcely become a serious rival; even should he wish to take advantage, +he would lose it through lack of breath." When, but without any +confidence, I had arrived at these conclusions, and beguiled my uneasy +spirit, I covered my head with my tunic and began to feign sleep, when +all of a sudden, as though Fortune were bent upon annihilating my peace +of mind, a voice upon the ship's deck gritted out something like +this--"So he fooled me after all."--As this voice, which was a man's, and was +only too familiar, struck my ears, my heart fluttered. And then a woman, +equally furious, spat out more spitefully still--"If only some god would +put Giton into my hands, what a fine time I would give that runaway." +--Stunned by these unexpected words, we both turned pale as death. I was +completely terrified, and, as though I were enveloped in some turbulent +nightmare, was a long time finding my voice, but at last, with trembling +hands, I tugged at the hem of Eumolpus' clothing, just as he was sinking +into slumber. "Father," I quavered, "on your word of honor, can you tell +me whose ship this is, and whom she has aboard?" Peeved at being +disturbed, "So," he snapped, "this was the reason you wished to have us +quartered in the most inaccessible spot on deck, was it? So we could get +no rest! What good will it do you when I've informed you that Lycas of +Tarentum is master of this ship and that he carries Tryphaena as an exile +to Tarentum?" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIRST. +</h2><br> +<p>I shivered, horror-struck, at this thunderbolt and, beating my throat, +"Oh Destiny," I wailed, "you've vanquished me completely, at last!" As +for Giton, he fell in a faint upon my bosom and remained unconscious for +quite a while, until a sweat finally relieved our tension, whereupon, +hugging Eumolpus around the knees, "Take pity upon the perishing," I +besought him, "in the name of our common learning, aid us! Death himself +hangs over us, and he will come as a relief unless you help us!" +Overwhelmed by this implication, Eumolpus swore by all the gods and +goddesses that he knew nothing of what had happened, nor had he had any +ulterior purpose in mind, but that he had brought his companions upon +this voyage which he himself had long intended taking, with the most +upright intentions and in the best of good faith. "But," demanded he, +"what is this ambush? Who is this Hannibal who sails with us? Lycas of +Tarentum is a most respectable citizen and the owner, not only of this +ship, which he commands in person, but of landed estates as well as +commercial houses under the management of slaves. He carries a cargo +consigned to market. He is the Cyclops, the arch-pirate, to whom we owe +our passage! And then, besides himself, there is Tryphaena, a most +charming woman, travelling about here and there in search of pleasure." +"But," objected Giton, "they are the very ones we are most anxious to +avoid," whereupon he explained to the astonished Eumolpus the reasons for +their enmity and for the danger which threatened us. So muddled did he +become, at what had been told him, that he lost the power of thinking, +and requested each of us to offer his own opinion. "Just imagine," said +he, "that we are trapped in the Cyclops' cave: some way out must be +found, unless we bring about a shipwreck, and free ourselves from all +dangers!" "Bribe the pilot, if necessary, and persuade him to steer the +ship into some port," volunteered Giton; "tell him your brother's nearly +dead from seasickness: your woebegone face and streaming tears will lend +color to your deception, and the pilot may be moved to mercy and grant +your prayer." Eumolpus denied the practicability of this. "It is only +with difficulty," affirmed he, "that large ships are warped into +landlocked harbors, nor would it appear probable that my brother could +have been taken so desperately in so short a time. And then, Lycas will +be sure to want to visit a sick passenger, as part of his duties! You +can see for yourselves what a fine stroke it would be, bringing the +captain to his own runaways! But, supposing that the ship could be put +off her course, supposing that Lycas did not hold sick-call, how could we +leave the ship in such a manner as not to be stared at by all the rest? +With muffled heads? With bare? If muffled, who would not want to lend +the sick man a hand? If bare, what would it mean if not proscribing +ourselves?" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SECOND. +</h2><br> +<p>"Why would it not be better to take refuge in boldness," I asked, "slide +down a rope into the ship's boat, cut the painter, and leave the rest to +luck'? And furthermore, I would not involve Eumolpus in this adventure, +for what is the good of getting an innocent man into troubles with which +he has no concern? I shall be well content if chance helps us into the +boat." "Not a bad scheme," Eumolpus agreed, "if it could only be carried +out: but who could help seeing you when you start? Especially the man at +the helm, who stands watch all night long and observes even the motions +of the stars. But it could be done in spite of that, when he dozed off +for a second, that is, if you chose some other part of the ship from +which to start: as it is, it must be the stern, you must even slip down +the rudder itself, for that is where the painter that holds the boat in +tow is made fast. And there is still something else, Encolpius. I am +surprised that it has not occurred to you that one sailor is on watch, +lying in the boat, night and day. You couldn't get rid of that watchman +except by cutting his throat or throwing him overboard by force. Consult +your own courage as to whether that can be done or not. And as far as my +coming with you is concerned, I shirk no danger which holds out any hopes +of success, but to throw away life without a reason, as if it were a +thing of no moment, is something which I do not believe that even you +would sanction--see what you think of this: I will wrap you up in two +hide baggage covers, tie you up with thongs, and stow you among my +clothing, as baggage, leaving the ends somewhat open, of course, so you +can breathe and get your food. Then I will raise a hue and cry because my +slaves have thrown themselves into the sea, fearing worse punishment; and +when the ship makes port, I will carry you out as baggage without +exciting the slightest suspicion!" "Oh! So you would bundle us up like +we were solid," I sneered; "our bellies wouldn't make trouble for us, of +course, and we'll never sneeze nor snore! And all because a similar +trick turned out successfully before! Think the matter over! Being tied +up could be endured for one day, but suppose it might have to be for +longer? What if we should be becalmed? What if we were struck by a +storm from the wrong quarter of the heavens? What could we do then? +Even clothes will cut through at the wrinkles when they are tied up too +long, and paper in bundles will lose its shape. Do you imagine that we, +who are young and unused to hardship, could endure the filthy rags and +lashings necessary to such an operation, as statues do? No! That's +settled! Some other road to safety must be found! I have thought up a +scheme, see what you think of it! Eumolpus is a man of letters. He will +have ink about him, of course. With this remedy, then, let's change our +complexions, from hair to toe-nails! Then, in the guise of Ethiopian +slaves, we shall be ready at hand to wait upon you, light-hearted as +having escaped the torturer, and, with our altered complexions, we can +impose upon our enemies!" "Yes, indeed," sneered Giton, "and be sure +and circumcise us, too, so we will be taken for Jews, pierce our ears so +we will look like Arabs, chalk our faces so that Gaul will take us for +her own sons; as if color alone could change one's figure! As if many +other details did not require consideration if a passable imposture is to +result! Even granting that the stained face can keep its color for some +time, suppose that not a drop of water should spot the skin, suppose that +the garment did not stick to the ink, as it often does, where no gum is +used, tell me! We can't make our lips so hideously thick, can we? We +can't kink our hair with a curling-iron, can we? We can't harrow our +foreheads with scars, can we? We can't force our legs out into the form +of a bow or walk with our ankle-bones on the ground, can we? Can we trim +our beards after the foreign style? No! Artificial color dirties the +body without changing it. Listen to the plan which I have thought out in +my desperation; let's tie our garments around our heads and throw +ourselves into the deep!" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRD. +</h2><br> +<p>"Gods and men forbid that you should make so base an ending of your +lives," cried Eumolpus. "No! It will be better to do as I direct. As +you may gather, from his razor, my servant is a barber: let him shave +your heads and eyebrows, too, and quickly at that! I will follow after +him, and I will mark my inscription so cleverly upon your foreheads that +you will be mistaken for slaves who have been branded! The same letters +will serve both to quiet the suspicions of the curious and to conceal, +under semblance of punishment, your real features!" We did not delay the +execution of this scheme but, sneaking stealthily to the ship's side, we +submitted our heads and eyebrows to the barber, that he might shave them +clean. Eumolpus covered our foreheads completely, with large letters +and, with a liberal hand, spread the universally known mark of the +fugitive over the face of each of us. As luck would have it, one of the +passengers, who was terribly seasick, was hanging over the ship's side +easing his stomach. He saw the barber busy at his unseasonable task by +the light of the moon and, cursing the omen which resembled the last +offering of a crew before shipwreck, he threw himself into his bunk. +Pretending not to hear his puking curses, we reverted to our melancholy +train of thought and, settling ourselves down in silence, we passed the +remaining hours of the night in fitful slumber. (On the following +morning Eumolpus entered Lycas' cabin as soon as he knew that Tryphaena +was out of bed and, after some conversation upon the happy voyage of +which the fine weather gave promise, Lycas turned to Tryphaena and +remarked:) + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"Priapus appeared to me in a dream and seemed to say--Know that +Encolpius, whom you seek, has, by me, been led aboard your ship!" +Tryphaena trembled violently, "You would think we had slept together," +she cried, "for a bust of Neptune, which I saw in the gallery at Baiae, +said to me, in my dream--You will find Giton aboard Lycas' ship!" "From +which you can see that Epicurus was a man inspired," remarked Eumolpus; +"he passed sentence upon mocking phantasms of that kind in a very witty +manner. + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> Dreams that delude the mind with flitting shades +<p> By neither powers of air nor gods, are sent: +<p> Each makes his own! And when relaxed in sleep +<p> The members lie, the mind, without restraint +<p> Can flit, and re-enact by night, the deeds +<p> That occupied the day. The warrior fierce, +<p> Who cities shakes and towns destroys by fire +<p> Maneuvering armies sees, and javelins, +<p> And funerals of kings and bloody fields. +<br> +<p> The cringing lawyer dreams of courts and trials, +<p> The miser hides his hoard, new treasures finds: +<p> The hunter's horn and hounds the forests wake, +<p> The shipwrecked sailor from his hulk is swept. +<p> Or, washed aboard, just misses perishing. +<p> Adultresses will bribe, and harlots write +<p> To lovers: dogs, in dreams their hare still course; +<p> And old wounds ache most poignantly in dreams!" +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<p>"Still, what's to prevent our searching the ship?" said Lycas, after he +had expiated Tryphaena's dream, "so that we will not be guilty of +neglecting the revelations of Providence?" "And who were the rascals who +were being shaved last night by the light of the moon?" chimed in Hesus, +unexpectedly, for that was the name of the fellow who had caught us at +our furtive transformation in the night. "A rotten thing to do, I swear! +From what I hear, it's unlawful for any living man aboard ship to shed +hair or nails, unless the wind has kicked up a heavy sea." + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTH. +</h2><br> +<p>Lycas was greatly disturbed by this information, and flew into a rage. +"So someone aboard my ship cut off his hair, did he?" he bawled, "and at +dead of night, too! Bring the offenders aft on deck here, and step +lively, so that I can tell whom to punish, from their heads, that the +ship may be freed from the curse!" "I ordered it done," Eumolpus broke +in, "and I didn't order it as an unlucky omen, either, seeing that I had +to be aboard the same vessel: I did it because the scoundrels had long +matted hair, I ordered the filth cleared off the wretches because I did +not wish to even seem to make a prison out of your ship: besides, I did +not want the seared scars of the letters to be hidden in the least, by +the interference of the hair; as they ought to be in plain sight, for +everyone to read, and at full length, too. In addition to their other +misdemeanors, they blew in my money on a street-walker whom they kept in +common; only last night I dragged them away from her, reeking with wine +and perfumes, as they were, and they still stink of the remnants of my +patrimony!" Thereupon, forty stripes were ordered for each of us, that +the tutelary genius of the ship might be propitiated. And they were not +long about it either. Eager to propitiate the tutelary genius with our +wretched blood, the savage sailors rushed upon us with their rope's ends. +For my part, I endured three lashes with Spartan fortitude, but at the +very first blow, Giton set up such a howling that his all too familiar +voice reached the ears of Tryphaena; nor was she the only one who was in +a flutter, for, attracted by this familiar voice, all the maids rushed to +where he was being flogged. Giton had already moderated the ardor of the +sailors by his wonderful beauty, he appealed to his torturers without +uttering a word. "It's Giton! It's Giton!" the maids all screamed in +unison. "Hold your hands, you brutes; help, Madame, it's Giton!" +Tryphaena turned willing ears, she had recognized that voice herself, and +flew to the boy. Lycas, who knew me as well as if he had heard my voice, +now ran up; he glanced at neither face nor hands, but directed his eyes +towards parts lower down; courteously he shook hands with them, "How do +you do, Encolpius," he said. Let no one be surprised at Ulysses' nurse +discovering, after twenty years, the scar that established his identity, +since this man, so keenly observant, had, in spite of the most skillful +disguise of every feature and the obliteration of every identifying mark +upon my body, so surely hit upon the sole means of identifying his +fugitive! Deceived by our appearance, Tryphaena wept bitterly, +believing that the marks upon our foreheads were, in truth, the brands +of prisoners: she asked us gently, into what slave's prison we had fallen +in our wanderings, and whose cruel hands had inflicted this punishment. +Still, fugitives whose members had gotten them into trouble certainly +deserved some punishment. + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTH. +</h2><br> +<p>In a towering passion, Lycas leaped forward, "Oh you silly woman," he +shouted, "as if those scars were made by the letters on the +branding-iron! If only they had really blotched up their foreheads with those +inscriptions, it would be some satisfaction to us, at least; but as it +is, we are being imposed upon by an actor's tricks, and hoaxed by a fake +inscription!" Tryphaena was disposed to mercy, as all was not lost for +her pleasures, but Lycas remembered the seduction of his wife and the +insults to which he had been subjected in the portico of the temple of +Hercules: "Tryphaena," he gritted out, his face convulsed with savage +passion, "you are aware, I believe, that the immortal gods have a hand +in human affairs: what did they do but lead these scoundrels aboard this +ship in ignorance of the owner and then warn each of us alike, by a +coincidence of dreams, of what they had done? Can you then see how it +would be possible to let off those whom a god has, himself, delivered up +to punishment? I am not a cruel man; what moves me is this: I am afraid +I shall have to endure myself whatever I remit to them!" At this +superstitious plea Tryphaena veered around; denying that she would plead +for quarter, she was even anxious to help along the fulfillment of this +retribution, so entirely just: she had herself suffered an insult no less +poignant than had Lycas, for her chastity had been called in question +before a crowd. + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> Primeval Fear created Gods on earth when from the sky +<p> The lightning-flashes rent with flame the ramparts of the world, +<p> And smitten Athos blazed! Then, Phoebus, sinking to the earth, +<p> His course complete, and waning Luna, offerings received. +<p> The changing seasons of the year the superstition spread +<p> Throughout the world; and Ignorance and Awe, the toiling boor, +<p> To Ceres, from his harvest, the first fruits compelled to yield +<p> And Bacchus with the fruitful vine to crown. Then Pales came +<p> Into her own, the shepherd's gains to share. Beneath the waves +<p> Of every sea swims Neptune. Pallas guards the shops, +<p> And those impelled by Avarice or Guilt, create new Gods! +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<p>(Lycas, as he perceived that Tryphaena was as eager as himself for +revenge, gave orders for our punishment to be renewed and made more +drastic, whereupon Eumolpus endeavored to appease him as follows,) + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>("Lycas," said he, "these unfortunates upon whom you intend to wreak your +vengeance, implore your compassion and) have chosen me for this task. +I believe that I am a man, by no means unknown, and they desire that, +somehow, I will effect a reconciliation between them and their former +friends. Surely you do not imagine that these young men fell into such +a snare by accident, when the very first thing that concerns every +prospective passenger is the name of the captain to whom he intrusts his +safety! Be reasonable, then; forego your revenge and permit free men to +proceed to their destination without injury. When penitence manages to +lead their fugitives back, harsh and implacable masters restrain their +cruelty, and we are merciful to enemies who have surrendered. What could +you ask, or wish for, more? These well-born and respectable young men +be suppliant before your eyes and, what ought to move you more strongly +still, were once bound to you by the ties of friendship. If they had +embezzled your money or repaid your faith in them with treachery, +by Hercules, you have ample satisfaction from the punishment already +inflicted! Look! Can you read slavery on their foreheads, and see upon +the faces of free men the brand-marks of a punishment which was +self-inflicted!" Lycas broke in upon this plea for mercy, "Don't try to +confuse the issue," he said, "let every detail have its proper attention +and first of all, why did they strip all the hair off their heads, +if they came of their own free will? A man meditates deceit, not +satisfaction, when he changes his features! Then again, if they sought +reconciliation through a mediator, why did you do your best to conceal +them while employed in their behalf? It is easily seen that the +scoundrels fell into the toils by chance and that you are seeking some +device by which you could sidestep the effects of our resentment. And be +careful that you do not spoil your case by over-confidence when you +attempt to sow prejudice among us by calling them well-born and +respectable! What should the injured parties do when the guilty run into +their own punishment? And inasmuch as they were our friends, by that, +they deserve more drastic punishment still, for whoever commits an +assault upon a stranger, is termed a robber; but whoever assaults a +friend, is little better than a parricide!" "I am well aware," Eumolpus +replied, to rebut this damning harangue, "that nothing can look blacker +against these poor young men than their cutting off their hair at night. +On this evidence, they would seem to have come aboard by accident, not +voluntarily. Oh how I wish that the explanation could come to your ears +just as candidly as the thing itself happened! They wanted to relieve +their heads of that annoying and useless weight before they came aboard, +but the unexpected springing up of the wind prevented the carrying out of +their wishes, and they did not imagine that it mattered where they began +what they had decided to do, because they were unacquainted with either +the omens or the law of seafaring men." "But why should they shave +themselves like suppliants?" demanded Lycas, "unless, of course, they +expected to arouse more sympathy as bald-pates. What's the use of +seeking information through a third person, anyway? You scoundrel, what +have you to say for yourself? What salamander singed off your eyebrows? +You poisoner, what god did you vow your hair to? Answer!" + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p248"></a><img alt="p248.jpg (61K)" src="p248.jpg" height="671" width="601"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTH. +</h2><br> +<p>I was stricken dumb, and trembled from fear of punishment, nor could I +find anything to say, out of countenance as I was and hideous, for to the +disgrace of a shaven poll was added an equal baldness in the matter of +eyebrows; the case against me was only too plain, there was not a thing +to be said or done! Finally, a damp sponge was passed over my tear-wet +face, and thereupon, the smut dissolved and spread over my whole +countenance, blotting out every feature in a sooty cloud. Anger turned +into loathing. Swearing that he would permit no one to humiliate +well-born young men contrary to right and law, Eumolpus checked the threats of +the savage persecutors by word and by deed. His hired servant backed him +up in his protest, as did first one and then another of the feeblest of +the seasick passengers, whose participation served rather to inflame the +disagreement than to be of help to us. For myself I asked no quarter, +but I shook my fists in Tryphaena's face, and told her in a loud voice +that unless she stopped hurting Giton, I would use every ounce of my +strength against her, reprobate woman that she was, the only person +aboard the ship who deserved a flogging. Lycas was furiously angry at my +hardihood, nor was he less enraged at my abandoning my own cause, to take +up that of another, in so wholehearted a manner. Inflamed as she was by +this affront, Tryphaena was as furious as he, so the whole ship's company +was divided into two factions. On our side, the hired barber armed +himself with a razor and served out the others to us; on their side, +Tryphaena's retainers prepared to battle with their bare fists, nor was +the scolding of female warriors unheard in the battle-line. The pilot +was neutral, but he declared that unless this madness, stirred up by the +lechery of a couple of vagabonds, died down, he would let go the helm! +The fury of the combatants continued to rage none the less fiercely, +nevertheless, they fighting for revenge, we for life. Many fell on each +side, though none were mortally wounded, and more, bleeding from wounds, +retreated, as from a real battle, but the fury of neither side abated. +At last the gallant Giton turned the menacing razor against his own +virile parts, and threatened to cut away the cause of so many +misfortunes. This was too much for Tryphaena; she prevented the +perpetration of so horrid a crime by the out and out promise of quarter. +Time and time again, I lifted the barber's blade to my throat, but I had +no more intention of killing myself than had Giton of doing what he +threatened, but he acted out the tragic part more realistically than I, +as it was, because he knew that he held in his hand the same razor with +which he had already cut his throat. The lines still stood at the ready, +and it was plain to be seen that this would be no everyday affair, when +the pilot, with difficulty, prevailed upon Tryphaena to undertake the +office of herald, and propose a truce; so, when pledges of good faith had +been given and received, in keeping with the ancient precedent she +snatched an olive-branch from the ship's figurehead and, holding it out, +advanced boldly to parley. + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> "What fury," she exclaims, "turns peace to war? What evil deed +<p> Was by these hands committed? Trojan hero there is none +<p> Absconding in this ship with bride of Atreus' cuckold seed +<p> Nor crazed Medea, stained by life's blood of her father's son! +<p> But passion scorned, becomes a power: alas! who courts his end +<p> By drawing sword amidst these waves? Why die before our time? +<p> Strive not with angry seas to vie and to their fury lend +<p> Your rage by piling waves upon its savage floods sublime !" +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINTH. +</h2><br> +<p>The woman poured out this rhapsody in a loud excited voice, the +battle-line wavered for an instant, then all hands were recalled to peace and +terminated the war. Eumolpus, our commander, took advantage of the +psychological moment of their repentance and, after administering a +stinging rebuke to Lycas, signed a treaty of peace which was drawn up as +follows: "It is hereby solemnly agreed on your part, Tryphaena, that you +do forego complaint of any wrong done you by Giton; that you do not bring +up anything that has taken place prior to this date, that you do not seek +to revenge anything that has taken place prior to this date, that you do +not take steps to follow it up in any other manner whatsoever; that you +do not command the boy to perform anything to him repugnant; that you do +neither embrace nor kiss the said Giton; that you do not enfold said +Giton in the sexual embrace, except under immediate forfeiture of one +hundred denarii. Item, it is hereby agreed on your part, Lycas, that you +do refrain from annoying Encolpius with abusive word or reproachful look; +that you do not seek to ascertain where he sleep at night; or, if you do +so seek, that you forfeit two hundred denarii immediately for each and +every such offense." The treaty was signed upon these terms, and we laid +down our arms. It seemed well to wipe out the past with kisses, after we +had taken oath, for fear any vestige of rancor should persist in our +minds. Factious hatreds died out amidst universal good-fellowship, and a +banquet, served on the field of battle, crowned our reconciliation with +joviality. The whole ship resounded with song and, as a sudden calm had +caused her to lose headway, one tried to harpoon the leaping fish, +another hauled in the struggling catch on baited hooks. Then some +sea-birds alighted upon the yard-arms and a skillful fowler touched them with +his jointed rods: they were brought down to our hands, stuck fast to the +limed segments. The breeze caught up the down, but the wing and tail +feathers twisted spirally as they fell into the sea-foam. Lycas was +already beginning to be on good terms with me, and Tryphaena had just +sprinkled Giton with the last drops in her cup, when Eumolpus, who was +himself almost drunk, was seized with the notion of satirizing bald pates +and branded rascals, but when he had exhausted his chilly wit, he +returned at last to his poetry and recited this little elegy upon hair: + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> "Gone are those locks that to thy beauty lent such lustrous charm +<p> And blighted are the locks of Spring by bitter Winter's sway; +<p> Thy naked temples now in baldness mourn their vanished form, +<p> And glistens now that poor bare crown, its hair all worn away +<p> Oh! Faithless inconsistency! The gods must first resume +<p> The charms that first they granted youth, that it might lovelier +<p> bloom! +<p> Poor wretch, but late thy locks did brighter glister +<p> Than those of great Apollo or his sister! +<p> Now, smoother is thy crown than polished grasses +<p> Or rounded mushrooms when a shower passes! +<p> In fear thou fliest the laughter-loving lasses. +<p> That thou may'st know that Death is on his way, +<p> Know that thy head is partly dead this day!" +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p252"></a><img alt="p252.jpg (90K)" src="p252.jpg" height="767" width="611"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>It is my opinion that he intended favoring us with more of the same kind +of stuff, sillier than the last, but Tryphaena's maid led Giton away +below and fitted the lad out in her mistress' false curls; then producing +some eyebrows from a vanity box, she skillfully traced out the lines of +the lost features and restored him to his proper comeliness. Recognizing +the real Giton, Tryphaena was moved to tears, and then for the first time +she gave the boy a real love-kiss. I was overjoyed, now that the lad was +restored to his own handsome self, but I hid my own face all the more +assiduously, realizing that I was disfigured by no ordinary hideousness +since not even Lycas would bestow a word upon me. The maid rescued me +from this misfortune finally, however, and calling me aside, she decked +me out with a head of hair which was none the less becoming; my face +shone more radiantly still, as a matter of fact, for my curls were +golden! But in a little while, Eumolpus, mouthpiece of the distressed +and author of the present good understanding, fearing that the general +good humor might flag for lack of amusement, began to indulge in sneers +at the fickleness of women: how easily they fell in love; how readily +they forgot even their own sons! No woman could be so chaste but that +she could be roused to madness by a chance passion! Nor had he need to +quote from old tragedies, or to have recourse to names, notorious for +centuries; on the contrary, if we cared to hear it, he would relate an +incident which had occurred within his own memory, whereupon, as we all +turned our faces towards him and gave him our attention, he began as +follows: + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p258"></a><img alt="p258.jpg (110K)" src="p258.jpg" height="829" width="565"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"There was a certain married lady at Ephesus, once upon a time, so noted +for her chastity that she even drew women from the neighboring states to +come to gaze upon her! When she carried out her husband she was by no +means content to comply with the conventional custom and follow the +funeral cortege with her hair down, beating her naked breast in sight of +the onlookers! She followed the corpse, even into the tomb; and when the +body had been placed in the vault, in accordance with the Greek custom, +she began to stand vigil over it, weeping day and night! Neither parents +nor relations could divert her from punishing herself in this manner and +from bringing on death by starvation. The magistrates, the last resort, +were rebuffed and went away, and the lady, mourned by all as an unusual +example, dragged through the fifth day without nourishment. A most +faithful maid was in attendance upon the poor woman; she either wept in +company with the afflicted one or replenished the lamp which was placed +in the vault, as the occasion required. Throughout the whole city there +was but one opinion, men of every calling agreed that here shone the one +solitary example of chastity and of love! In the meantime the governor +of the province had ordered some robbers crucified near the little vault +in which the lady was bewailing her recent loss. On the following night, +a soldier who was standing guard over the crosses for fear someone might +drag down one of the bodies for burial, saw a light shining brightly +among the tombs, and heard the sobs of someone grieving. A weakness +common to mankind made him curious to know who was there and what was +going on, so he descended into the tomb and, catching sight of a most +beautiful woman, he stood still, afraid at first that it was some +apparition or spirit from the infernal regions; but he finally +comprehended the true state of affairs as his eye took in the corpse +lying there, and as he noted the tears and the face lacerated by the +finger-nails, he understood that the lady was unable to endure the loss +of the dear departed. He then brought his own scanty ration into the +vault and exhorted the sobbing mourner not to persevere in useless grief, +or rend her bosom with unavailing sobs; the same end awaited us all, the +same last resting place: and other platitudes by which anguished minds +are recalled to sanity. But oblivious to sympathy, she beat and +lacerated her bosom more vehemently than before and, tearing out her +hair, she strewed it upon the breast of the corpse. Notwithstanding +this, the soldier would not leave off, but persisted in exhorting the +unfortunate lady to eat, until the maid, seduced by the smell of the +wine, I suppose, was herself overcome and stretched out her hand to +receive the bounty of their host. Refreshed by food and drink, she +then began to attack the obstinacy of her mistress. 'What good will it +do you to die of hunger?' she asked, 'or to bury yourself alive'? Or to +surrender an uncondemned spirit before the fates demand it? 'Think you +the ashes or sepultured dead can feel aught of thy woe! Would you recall +the dead from the reluctant fates? Why not shake off this womanish +weakness and enjoy the blessings of light while you can? The very corpse +lying there ought to convince you that your duty is to live!' When +pressed to eat or to live, no one listens unwillingly, and the lady, +thirsty after an abstinence of several days, finally permitted her +obstinacy to be overcome; nor did she take her fill of nourishment +with less avidity than had the maid who had surrendered first." + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWELFTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"But to make a long story short, you know the temptations that beset a +full stomach: the soldier laid siege to her virtue with the selfsame +blandishments by which he had persuaded her that she ought to live. Nor, +to her modest eye, did the young man seem uncouth or wanting in address. +The maid pled in his behalf and kept repeating: + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> Why will you fight with a passion that to you is pleasure, +<p> Remembering not in whose lands you are taking your leisure? +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<p>"But why should I keep you longer in suspense? The lady observed the +same abstinence when it came to this part of her body, and the victorious +soldier won both of his objectives; so they lay together, not only +that night, in which they pledged their vows, but also the next, and even +the third, shutting the doors of the vault, of course, so that anyone, +acquaintance or stranger, coming to the tomb, would be convinced that +this most virtuous of wives had expired upon the body of her husband. As +for the soldier, so delighted was he with the beauty of his mistress and +the secrecy of the intrigue, that he purchased all the delicacies his pay +permitted and smuggled them into the vault as soon as darkness fell. +Meanwhile, the parents of one of the crucified criminals, observing the +laxness of the watch, dragged the hanging corpse down at night and +performed the last rite. The soldier was hoodwinked while absent from +his post of duty, and when on the following day he caught sight of one of +the crosses without its corpse, he was in terror of punishment and +explained to the lady what had taken place: He would await no sentence of +court-martial, but would punish his neglect of duty with his own sword! +Let her prepare a place for one about to die, let that fatal vault serve +both the lover and the husband! 'Not that,' cried out the lady, no less +merciful than chaste, 'the gods forbid that I should look at the same +time upon the corpses of the two men dearest to me; I would rather hang +the dead than slay the living!' So saying, she gave orders for the body +of her husband to be lifted out of the coffin and fastened upon the +vacant cross! The soldier availed himself of the expedient suggested by +this very ingenious lady and next day everyone wondered how a dead man +had found his way to the cross!" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>The sailors received this tale with roars of laughter, and Tryphaena +blushed not a little and laid her face amorously upon Giton's neck. But +Lycas did not laugh; "If that governor had been a just man," said he, +shaking his head angrily, "he would have ordered the husband's body taken +down and carried back into the vault, and crucified the woman." No doubt +the memory of Hedyle haunted his mind, and the looting of his ship in +that wanton excursion. But the terms of the treaty permitted the +harboring of no old grudges and the joy which filled our hearts left no +room for anger. Tryphaena was lying in Giton's lap by this time, +covering his bosom with kisses one minute and rearranging the curls upon +his shaven head the next. Uneasy and chagrined at this new league, I +took neither food nor drink but looked askance at them both, with grim +eyes. Every kiss was a wound to me, every artful blandishment which the +wanton woman employed, and I could not make up my mind as to whether I +was more angered at the boy for having supplanted me with my mistress, or +at my mistress for debauching the boy: both were hateful to my sight, and +more galling than my late servitude. And to make the matter all the more +aggravating, Tryphaena would not even greet me as an acquaintance, whom +she had formerly received as a lover, while Giton did not think me worthy +of a "Here's-to- you" in ordinary civility, nor even speak to me in the +course of the common conversation; I suppose he was afraid of reopening a +tender scar at the moment when a return to her good graces had commenced +to draw it together. Tears of vexation dropped upon my breast and the +groan I smothered in a sigh nearly wracked my soul. + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> The vulture tearing; at the liver's deep and vital parts, +<p> That wracks our breasts and rends our very heartstrings +<p> Is not that bird the charming poet sings with all his arts; +<p> 'T'is jealousy or hate that human hearts stings. +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<p>(In spite of my ill-humor, Lycas saw how well my golden curls became me +and, becoming enamoured anew, began winking his wanton eyes at me and) +sought admission to my good graces upon a footing of pleasure, nor did he +put on the arrogance of a master, but spoke as a friend asking a favor; +(long and ardently he tried to gain his ends, but all in vain, till at +last, meeting with a decisive repulse, his passion turned to fury and he +tried to carry the place by storm; but Tryphaena came in unexpectedly and +caught him in his wanton attempt, whereupon he was greatly upset and +hastily adjusted his clothing and bolted out of the cabin. Tryphaena was +fired with lust at this sight, "What was Lycas up to?" she demanded. +"What was he after in that ardent assault?" She compelled me to explain, +burned still more hotly at what she heard, and, recalling memories of our +past familiarities, she desired me to renew our old amour, but I was worn +out with so much venery and slighted her advances. She was burning up +with desire by this time, and threw her arms around me in a frenzied +embrace, hugging me so tightly that I uttered an involuntary cry of pain. +One of her maids rushed in at this and, thinking that I was attempting to +force from her mistress the very favor which I had refused her, she +sprang at us and tore us apart. Thoroughly enraged at the disappointment +of her lecherous passion, Tryphaena upbraided me violently, and with many +threats she hurried out to find Lycas for the purpose of exasperating him +further against me and of joining forces with him to be revenged upon me. +Now you must know that I had formerly held a very high place in this +waiting-maid's esteem, while I was prosecuting my intrigue with her +mistress, and for that reason she took it very hard when she surprised me +with Tryphaena, and sobbed very bitterly. I pressed her earnestly to tell +me the reason for her sobs) {and after pretending to be reluctant she +broke out:} "You will think no more of her than of a common prostitute if +you have a drop of decent blood in your veins! You will not resort to +that female catamite, if you are a man!" {This disturbed my mind but} +what exercised me most was the fear that Eumolpus would find out what +was going on and, being a very sarcastic individual, might revenge my +supposed injury in some poetic lampoon, (in which event his ardent zeal +would without doubt expose me to ridicule, and I greatly dreaded that. +But while I was debating with myself as to the best means of preventing +him from getting at the facts, who should suddenly come in but the man +himself; and he was not uninformed as to what had taken place, for +Tryphaena had related all the particulars to Giton and had tried to +indemnify herself for my repulse, at the expense of my little friend. +Eumolpus was furiously angry because of all this, and all the more so as +lascivious advances were in open violation of the treaty which had been +signed. The minute the old fellow laid eyes upon me, he began bewailing +my lot and ordered me to tell him exactly what had happened. As he was +already well informed, I told him frankly of Lycas' lecherous attempt and +of Tryphaena's wanton assault. When he had heard all the facts,) +Eumolpus swore roundly (that he would certainly avenge us, as the Gods +were just and would not suffer so many villainies to go unpunished.) + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p268"></a><img alt="p268.jpg (102K)" src="p268.jpg" height="895" width="549"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>We were still discussing this and other matters when the sea grew rough, +and clouds, gathering from every quarter, obscured with darkness the +light of day. The panic- stricken sailors ran to their stations and took +in sail before the squall was upon them, but the gale did not drive the +waves in any one direction and the helmsman lost his bearings and did not +know what course to steer. At one moment the wind would set towards +Sicily, but the next, the North Wind, prevailing on the Italian coast, +would drive the unlucky vessel hither and yon; and, what was more +dangerous than all the rain-squalls, a pall of such black density blotted +out the light that the helmsman could not even see as far forward as the +bow. At last, as the savage fury of the sea grew more malignant, the +trembling Lycas stretched out his hands to me imploringly. "Save us from +destruction, Encolpius," he shouted; "restore that sacred robe and holy +rattle to the ship! Be merciful, for heaven's sake, just as you used to +be!" He was still shouting when a windsquall swept him into the sea; the +raging elements whirled him around and around in a terrible maelstrom and +sucked him down. Tryphaena, on the other hand, was seized by her +faithful servants, placed in a skiff, along with the greater part of her +belongings, and saved from certain death. Embracing Giton, I wept aloud: +"Did we deserve this from the gods," I cried, "to be united only in +death? No! Malignant fortune grudges even that. Look! In an instant +the waves will capsize the ship! Think! In an instant the sea will +sever this lover's embrace! If you ever loved Encolpius truly, kiss him +while yet you may and snatch this last delight from impending +dissolution!" Even as I was speaking, Giton removed his garment and, +creeping beneath my tunic, he stuck out his head to be kissed; then, +fearing some more spiteful wave might separate us as we clung together, +he passed his belt around us both. "If nothing else," he cried, "the sea +will at least bear us longer, joined together, and if, in pity, it casts +us up upon the same shore, some passerby may pile some stones over us, +out of common human kindness, or the last rites will be performed by the +drifting sand, in spite of the angry waves." I submit to this last bond +and, as though I were laid out upon my death-bed, await an end no longer +dreaded. Meanwhile, accomplishing the decrees of the Fates, the storm +stripped the ship of all that was left; no mast, no helm, not a rope nor +an oar remained on board her; she was only a derelict, heavy and +water-logged, drifting before the waves. Some fishermen hastily put off +in their little boats to salvage their booty, but, seeing men alive and +ready to defend their property, they changed their predatory designs into +offers of help. + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEENTH. +</h2><br><br><br><br> +<p>Just then, amid that clamor of voices we heard a peculiar noise, and from +beneath the captain's cabin there came a bellowing as of some wild beast +trying to get out. We then followed up the sound and discovered +Eumolpus, sitting there scribbling verses upon an immense sheet of +parchment! Astounded that he could find time to write poetry at death's +very door, we hauled him out, in spite of his protests, and ordered him +to return to his senses, but he flew into a rage at being interrupted; +"Leave me alone until I finish this sentence," he bawled; "the poem +labors to its birth." Ordering Giton to come to close quarters and help +me drag the bellowing bard ashore, I laid hands upon the lunatic. When +this job had at last been completed, we came, wet and wretched, to a +fisherman's hut and refreshed ourselves somewhat with stores from the +wreck, spoiled though they were by salt water, and passed a night that +was almost interminable. As we were holding a council, next day, to +determine to what part of the country we had best proceed, I suddenly +caught sight of a human body, turning around in a gentle eddy and +floating towards the shore. Stricken with melancholy, I stood still and +began to brood, with wet eyes, upon the treachery of the sea. "And +perhaps," said I, "a wife, safe in some far-away country of the earth, +awaits this man, or a son who little dreams of storms or wrecks; or +perhaps he left behind a father, whom he kissed good-by at parting! Such +is the end of mortal's plans, such is the outcome of great ambitions! +See how man rides the waves!" Until now, I had been sorrowing for a mere +stranger, but a wave turned the face, which had undergone no change, +towards the shore, and I recognized Lycas; so evil- tempered and so +unrelenting but a short time before, now cast up almost at my feet! I +could no longer restrain the tears, at this; I beat my breast again and +yet again, with my hands. "Where is your evil temper now?" I cried. +"Where is your unbridled passion? You be there, a prey to fish and wild +beasts, you who boasted but a little while ago of the strength of your +command. Now you have not a single plank left of your great ship! Go +on, mortals; set your hearts upon the fulfillment of great ambitions: Go +on, schemers, and in your wills control for a thousand years the disposal +of the wealth you got by fraud! Only yesterday this man audited the +accounts of his family estate, yea, even reckoned the day he would arrive +in his native land and settled it in his mind! Gods and goddesses, how +far he lies from his appointed destination! But the waves of the sea are +not alone in thus keeping faith with mortal men: The warrior's weapons +fail him; the citizen is buried beneath the ruins of his own penates, +when engaged in paying his vows to the gods; another falls from his +chariot and dashes out his ardent spirit; the glutton chokes at dinner; +the niggard starves from abstinence. Give the dice a fair throw and you +will find shipwreck everywhere! Ah, but one overwhelmed by the waves +obtains no burial! As though it matters in what manner the body, once it +is dead, is consumed: by fire, by flood, by time! Do what you will, +these all achieve the same end. Ah, but the beasts will mangle the body! +As though fire would deal with it any more gently; when we are angry with +our slaves that is the punishment which we consider the most severe. +What folly it is, then, to do everything we can to prevent the grave from +leaving any part of us behind {when the Fates will look out for us, event +against our wills."} (After these reflections we made ready to pay the +last rites to the corpse,) and Lycas was burned upon a funeral pyre +raised by the hands of enemies, while Eumolpus, fixing his eyes upon the +far distance to gain inspiration, composed an epitaph for the dead man: + +<center> +<p> HIS FATE WAS UNAVOIDABLE + +<p> NO ROCK-HEWN TOMB NOR SCULPTURED MARBLE HIS, + +<p> HIS NOBLE CORPSE FIVE FEET OF EARTH RECEIVED, + +<p> HE RESTS IN PEACE BENEATH THIS HUMBLE MOUND. +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>We set out upon our intended journey, after this last office had been +wholeheartedly performed, and, in a little while, arrived, sweating, at +the top of a mountain, from which we made out, at no great distance, a +town, perched upon the summit of a lofty eminence. Wanderers as we were, +we had no idea what town it could be, until we learned from a caretaker +that it was Crotona, a very ancient city, and once the first in Italy. +When we earnestly inquired, upon learning this, what men inhabited such +historic ground, and the nature of the business in which they were +principally engaged, now that their wealth had been dissipated by the oft +recurring wars, "My friends," replied he, "if you are men of business, +change your plans and seek out some other conservative road to a +livelihood, but if you can play the part of men of great culture, always +ready with a lie, you are on the straight road to riches: The study of +literature is held in no estimation in that city, eloquence has no niche +there, economy and decent standards of morality come into no reward of +honor there; you must know that every man whom you will meet in that city +belongs to one of two factions; they either 'take-in,' or else they are +'taken-in.' No one brings up children in that city, for the reason that +no one who has heirs is invited to dinner or admitted to the games; such +an one is deprived of all enjoyments and must lurk with the rabble. On +the other hand, those who have never married a wife, or those who have no +near relatives, attain to the very highest honors; in other words, they +are the only ones who are considered soldierly, or the bravest of the +brave, or even good. You will see a town which resembles the fields in +time of pestilence," he continued, "in which there is nothing but +carcasses to be torn at and carrion crows tearing at them." + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p278"></a><img alt="p278.jpg (52K)" src="p278.jpg" height="951" width="581"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>Eumolpus, who had a deeper insight, turned this state of affairs over in +his mind and declared that he was not displeased with a prospect of that +kind. I thought the old fellow was joking in the care-free way of poets, +until he complained, "If I could only put up a better front! I mean that +I wish my clothing was in better taste, that my jewelry was more +expensive; all this would lend color to my deception: I would not carry +this scrip, by Hercules, I would not I would lead you all to great +riches!" For my part, I undertook to supply whatever my companion in +robbery had need of, provided he would be satisfied with the garment, and +with whatever spoils the villa of Lycurgus had yielded when we robbed it; +as for money against present needs, the Mother of the Gods would see to +that, out of regard to her own good name! "Well, what's to prevent our +putting on an extravaganza?" demanded Eumolpus. "Make me the master if +the business appeals to you." No one ventured to condemn a scheme by +which he could lose nothing, and so, that the lie would be kept safe +among us all, we swore a solemn oath, the words of which were dictated by +Eumolpus, to endure fire, chains, flogging, death by the sword, and +whatever else Eumolpus might demand of us, just like regular gladiators! +After the oath had been taken, we paid our respects to our master with +pretended servility, and were informed that Eumolpus had lost a son, a +young man of great eloquence and promise, and that it was for this reason +the poor old man had left his native land that he might not see the +companions and clients of his son, nor even his tomb, which was the cause +of his daily tears. To this misfortune a recent shipwreck had been +added, in which he had lost upwards of two millions of sesterces; not +that he minded the loss but, destitute of a train of servants he could +not keep up his proper dignity! Furthermore, he had, invested in Africa, +thirty millions of sesterces in estates and bonds; such a horde of his +slaves was scattered over the fields of Numidia that he could have even +sacked Carthage! We demanded that Eumolpus cough frequently, to further +this scheme, that he have trouble with his stomach and find fault with +all the food when in company, that he keep talking of gold and silver and +estates, the incomes from which were not what they should be, and of the +everlasting unproductiveness of the soil; that he cast up his accounts +daily, that he revise the terms of his will monthly, and, for fear any +detail should be lacking to make the farce complete, he was to use the +wrong names whenever he wished to summon any of us, so that it would be +plain to all that the master had in mind some who were not present. When +everything had been thus provided for, we offered a prayer to the gods +"that the matter might turn out well and happily," and took to the road. +But Giton could not bear up under his unaccustomed load, and the hired +servant Corax, a shirker of work, often put down his own load and cursed +our haste, swearing that he would either throw his packs away or run away +with his load. "What do you take me for, a beast of burden?" he +grumbled, "or a scow for carrying stone? I hired out to do the work of a +man, not that of a pack-horse, and I'm as free as you are, even if my +father did leave me poor!" Not satisfied with swearing, he lifted up his +leg from time to time and filled the road with an obscene noise and a +filthy stench. Giton laughed at his impudence and imitated every +explosion with his lips, {but Eumolpus relapsed into his usual vein, even +in spite of this.} + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEENTH. +</h2><br> +<p>"Young men," said he, "many are they who have been seduced by poetry; +for, the instant a man has composed a verse in feet, and has woven a more +delicate meaning into it by means of circumlocutions, he straightway +concludes that he has scaled Helicon! Take those who are worn out by the +distressing detail of the legal profession, for example: they often seek +sanctuary in the tranquillity of poetry, as a more sheltered haven, +believing themselves able more easily to compose a poem than a rebuttal +charged with scintillating epigrams! But a more highly cultivated mind +loves not this conceited affectation, nor can it either conceive or bring +forth, unless it has been steeped in the vast flood of literature. Every +word that is what I would call 'low,' ought to be avoided, and phrases +far removed from plebeian usage should be chosen. Let 'Ye rabble rout +avaunt,' be your rule. In addition, care should be exercised in +preventing the epigrams from standing out from the body of the speech; +they should gleam with the brilliancy woven into the fabric. Homer is an +example, and the lyric poets, and our Roman Virgil, and the exquisite +propriety of Horace. Either the others did not discover the road that +leads to poetry, or, having seen, they feared to tread it. Whoever +attempts that mighty theme, the civil war, for instance, will sink under +the load unless he is saturated with literature. Events, past and +passing, ought not to be merely recorded in verse, the historian will +deal with them far better; by means of circumlocutions and the +intervention of the immortals, the free spirit, wracked by the search for +epigrams having a mythological illusion, should plunge headlong and +appear as the prophecy of a mind inspired rather than the attested faith +of scrupulous exactitude in speech. This hasty composition may please +you, even though it has not yet received its final polishing:" + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEENTH. +</h2><br> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> "The conquering Roman now held the whole world in his sway, + +<p> The ocean, the land; where the sun shone by day or the moon + +<p> Gleamed by night: but unsated was he. And the seas + +<p> Were roiled by the weight of his deep-laden keels; if a bay + +<p> Lay hidden beyond, or a land which might yield yellow gold + +<p> 'Twas held as a foe. While the struggle for treasure went on + +<p> The fates were preparing the horrors and scourges of war. + +<p> Amusements enjoyed by the vulgar no longer can charm + +<p> Nor pleasures worn threadbare by use of the plebeian mob. + +<p> The bronzes of Corinth are praised by the soldier at sea; + +<p> And glittering gems sought in earth, vie with purple of Tyre; + +<p> Numidia curses her here, there, the exquisite silks + +<p> Of China; Arabia's people have stripped their own fields. + +<p> Behold other woes and calamities outraging peace! + +<p> Wild beasts, in the forest are hunted, for gold; and remote + +<p> African hammon is covered by beaters, for fear + +<p> Some beast that slays men with his teeth shall escape, for by that + +<p> His value to men is enhanced! The vessels receive + +<p> Strange ravening monsters; the tiger behind gilded bars + +<p> And pacing his cage is transported to Rome, that his jaws + +<p> May drip with the life blood of men to the plaudits of men + +<p> Oh shame! To point out our impending destruction; the crime + +<p> Of Persia enacted anew; in his puberty's bloom + +<p> The man child is kidnapped; surrenders his powers to the knife, + +<p> Is forced to the calling of Venus; delayed and hedged round + +<p> The hurrying passage of life's finest years is held back + +<p> And Nature seeks Nature but finds herself not. Everywhere + +<p> These frail-limbed and mincing effeminates, flowing of locks, + +<p> Bedecked with an infinite number of garments of silk + +<p> Whose names ever change, the wantons and lechers to snare, + +<p> Are eagerly welcomed! From African soil now behold + +<p> The citron-wood tables; their well-burnished surface reflects + +<p> Our Tyrian purples and slaves by the horde, and whose spots + +<p> Resemble the gold that is cheaper than they and ensnare + +<p> Extravagance. Sterile and ignobly prized is the wood + +<p> But round it is gathered a company sodden with wine; + +<p> And soldiers of fortune whose weapons have rusted, devour + +<p> The spoils of the world. Art caters to appetite. Wrasse + +<p> From Sicily brought to their table, alive in his own Sea water. + +<p> The oysters from Lucrine's shore torn, at the feast + +<p> Are served to make famous the host; and the appetite, cloyed, + +<p> To tempt by extravagance. Phasis has now been despoiled + +<p> Of birds, its littoral silent, no sound there is heard + +<p> Save only the wind as it rustles among the last leaves. + +<p> Corruption no less vile is seen in the campus of Mars, + +<p> Our quirites are bribed; and for plunder and promise of gain + +<p> Their votes they will alter. The people is venal; corrupt + +<p> The Senate; support has its price! And the freedom and worth + +<p> Of age is decayed, scattered largesse now governs their power; + +<p> Corrupted by gold, even dignity lies in the dust. + +<p> Cato defeated and hooted by mobs, but the victor + +<p> Is sadder, ashamed to have taken the rods from a Cato: + +<p> In this lay the shame of the nation and character's downfall, + +<p> 'Twas not the defeat of a man! No! The power and the glory + +<p> Of Rome were brought low; represented in him was the honor + +<p> Of sturdy Republican Rome. So, abandoned and wretched, + +<p> The city has purchased dishonor: has purchased herself! + +<p> Despoiled by herself, no avenger to wipe out the stigma + +<p> Twin maelstroms of debt and of usury suck down the commons. + +<p> No home with clear title, no citizen free from a mortgage, + +<p> But as some slow wasting disease all unheralded fastens + +<p> Its hold on the vitals, destroying the vigor of manhood, + +<p> So, fear of the evils impending, impels them to madness. + +<p> Despair turns to violence, luxury's ravages needs must + +<p> Repaired be by bloodshed, for indigence safely can venture. + +<p> Can art or sane reason rouse wallowing Rome from the offal + +<p> And break the voluptuous slumber in which she is sunken? + +<p> Or must it be fury and war and the blood-lust of daggers?" +</blockquote></blockquote> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTIETH. +</h2><br> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> "Three chieftains did fortune bring forth, whom the fury of battles + +<p> Destroyed; and interred, each one under a mountain of weapons; + +<p> The Parthian has Crassus, Pompeius the Great by the waters + +<p> Of Egypt lies. Julius, ungrateful Rome stained with his life blood. + +<p> And earth has divided their ashes, unable to suffer + +<p> The weight of so many tombs. These are the wages of glory! + +<p> There lies between Naples and Great Puteoli, a chasm + +<p> Deep cloven, and Cocytus churns there his current; the vapor + +<p> In fury escapes from the gorge with that lethal spray laden. + +<p> No green in the aututun is there, no grass gladdens the meadow, + +<p> The supple twigs never resound with the twittering singing + +<p> Of birds in the Springtime. But chaos, volcanic black boulders + +<p> Of pumice lie Happy within their drear setting of cypress. + +<p> Amidst these infernal surroundings the ruler of Hades + +<p> Uplifted his head by the funeral flames silhouetted + +<p> And sprinkled with white from the ashes of corpses; and challenged + +<p> Winged Fortune in words such as these: 'Oh thou fickle controller + +<p> Of things upon earth and in heaven, security's foeman, + +<p> Oh Chance! Oh thou lover eternally faithful to change, and + +<p> Possession's betrayer, dost own thyself crushed by the power + +<p> Of Rome? Canst not raise up the tottering mass to its downfall + +<p> Its strength the young manhood of Rome now despises, and staggers + +<p> In bearing the booty heaped up by its efforts: behold how + +<p> They lavish their spoils! Wealth run mad now brings down their + destruction. + +<p> They build out of gold and their palaces reach to the heavens; + +<p> The sea is expelled by their moles and their pastures are oceans; + +<p> They war against Nature in changing the state of creation. + +<p> They threaten my kingdom! Earth yawns with their tunnels deep + driven + +<p> To furnish the stone for their madmen's foundations; already + +<p> The mountains are hollowed and now but re-echoing caverns; + +<p> While man quarries marble to serve his vainglorious purpose + +<p> The spirits infernal confess that they hope to win Heaven! + +<p> Arise, then, O Chance, change thy countenance peaceful to warlike + +<p> And harry the Romans, consign to my kingdom the fallen. + +<p> Ah, long is it now since my lips were with blood cooled and + moistened, + +<p> Nor has my Tisiphone bathed her blood-lusting body + +<p> Since Sulla's sword drank to repletion and earth's bristling harvest + +<p> Grew ripe upon blood and thrust up to the light of the sunshine!'" +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIRST. +</h2><br> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> "He spake ... and attempted to clasp the right hand of Fortuna, + +<p> But ruptured the crust of the earth, deeply cloven, asunder. + +<p> Then from her capricious heart Fortune made answer: 'O father + +<p> Whom Cocytus' deepest abysses obey, if to forecast + +<p> The future I may, without fear, thy petition shall prosper; + +<p> For no less consuming the anger that wars in this bosom, + +<p> The flame no less poignant, that burns to my marrow All favors + +<p> I gave to the bulwarks of Rome, now, I hate them. My + +<p> Gifts I repent! The same God who built up their dominion + +<p> Shall bring down destruction upon it. In burning their manhood + +<p> My heart shall delight and its blood-lust shall slake with their + slaughter. + +<p> Now Philippi's field I can see strewn with dead of two battles + +<p> And Thessaly's funeral pyres and Iberia mourning. + +<p> Already the clangor of arms thrills my ears, and rings loudly: + +<p> Thou, Lybian Nile, I can see now thy barriers groaning + +<p> And Actium's gulf and Apollo's darts quailing the warriors! + +<p> Then, open thy thirsty dominions and summon fresh spirits; + +<p> For scarce will the ferryman's strength be sufficient to carry + +<p> The souls of the dead in his skiff: 'tis a fleet that is needed! + +<p> Thou, Pallid Tisiphone, slake with wide ruin, thy thirsting + +<p> And tear ghastly wounds: mangled earth sinks to hell and the + spirits.'" +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SECOND. +</h2><br> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> "But scarce had she finished, when trembled the clouds; and a + gleaming + +<p> Bright flash of Jove's lightning transfixed them with flame and was + gone. + +<p> The Lord of the Shades blanched with fear, at this bolt of his + brother's, + +<p> Sank back, and drew closely together the gorge in Earth's bosom. + +<p> By auspices straightway the slaughter of men and the evils + +<p> Impending are shown by the gods. Here, the Titan unsightly + +<p> Blood red, veils his face with a twilight; on strife fratricidal + +<p> Already he gazed, thou hadst thought! There, silvery Cynthia + +<p> Obscuring her face at the full, denied light to the outrage. + +<p> The mountain crests riven by rock-slides roll thundering downward + +<p> And wandering rivers, to rivulets shrunk, writhed no longer + +<p> Familiar marges between. With the clangor of armor + +<p> The heavens resound; from the stars wafts the thrill of a trumpet + +<p> Sounding the call to arms. AEtna, now roused to eruption + +<p> Unwonted, darts flashes of flame to the clouds. Flitting phantoms + +<p> Appear midst the tombs and unburied bones, gibbering menace + +<p> A comet, strange stars in its diadem, leads a procession + +<p> And reddens the skies with its fire. Showers of blood fall from + heaven + +<p> These portents the Deity shortly fulfilled! For now Caesar + +<p> Forsook vacillation and, spurred by the love of revenge, sheathed + +<p> The Gallic sword; brandished the brand that proclaimed civil + warfare. + +<p> There, high in the Alps, where the crags, by a Greek god once + trodden, + +<p> Slope down and permit of approach, is a spot ever sacred + +<p> To Hercules' altar; the winter with frozen snow seals it + +<p> And rears to the heavens a summit eternally hoary, + +<p> As though the sky there had slipped down: no warmth from the + sunbeams, + +<p> No breath from the Springtime can soften the pile's wintry rigor + +<p> Nor slacken the frost chains that bind; and its menacing shoulders + +<p> The weight of the world could sustain. With victorious legions + +<p> These crests Caesar trod and selected a camp. Gazing downwards + +<p> On Italy's plains rolling far, from the top of the mountain, + +<p> He lifted both hands to the heavens, his voice rose in prayer: + +<p> 'Omnipotent Jove, and thou, refuge of Saturn whose glory + +<p> Was brightened by feats of my armies and crowned with my triumphs, + +<p> Bear witness! Unwillingly summon I Mars to these armies, + +<p> Unwillingly draw I the sword! But injustice compels me. + +<p> While enemy blood dyes the Rhine and the Alps are held firmly + +<p> Repulsing a second assault of the Gauls on our city, + +<p> She dubs me an outcast! And Victory makes me an exile! + +<p> To triumphs three score, and defeats of the Germans, my treason + +<p> I trace! How can they fear my glory or see in my battles + +<p> A menace? But hirelings, and vile, to whom my Rome is but a + +<p> Stepmother! Methinks that no craven this sword arm shall hamper + +<p> And take not a stroke in repost. On to victory, comrades, + +<p> While anger seethes hot. With the sword we will seek a decision + +<p> The doom lowering down is a peril to all, and the treason. + +<p> My gratitude owe I to you, not alone have I conquered! + +<p> Since punishment waits by our trophies and victory merits + +<p> Disgrace, then let Chance cast the lots. Raise the standard of + battle; + +<p> Again take your swords. Well I know that my cause is accomplished + +<p> Amidst such armed warriors I know that I cannot be beaten.' + +<p> While yet the words echoed, from heaven the bird of Apollo + +<p> Vouchsafed a good omen and beat with his pinions the ether. + +<p> From out of the left of a gloomy grove strange voices sounded + +<p> And flame flashed thereafter! The sun gleamed with brighter + refulgence + +<p> Unwonted, his face in a halo of golden flame shining." +</blockquote></blockquote> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THIRD. +</h2><br> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> "By omens emboldened, to follow, the battle-flags, Caesar + +<p> Commanded; and boldly led on down the perilous pathway. + +<p> The footing, firm-fettered by frost chains and ice, did not hinder + +<p> At first, but lay silent, the kindly cold masking its grimness; + +<p> But, after the squadrons of cavalry shattered the clouds, bound + +<p> By ice, and the trembling steeds crushed in the mail of the rivers, + +<p> Then, melted the snows! And soon torrents newborn, from the + heights of + +<p> The mountains rush down: but these also, as if by commandment + +<p> Grow rigid, and, turn into ice, in their headlong rush downwards! + +<p> Now, that which rushed madly a moment before, must be hacked + through! + +<p> But now, it was treacherous, baffling their steps and their footing + +<p> Deceiving; and men, horses, arms, fall in heaps, in confusion. + +<p> And see! Now the clouds, by an icy gale smitten, their burden + +<p> Discharge! Lo! the gusts of the whirlwind swirl fiercely + about them; + +<p> The sky in convulsions, with swollen hail buffets them sorely. + +<p> Already the clouds themselves rupture and smother their weapons, + +<p> An avalanche icy roars down like a billow of ocean; + +<p> Earth lay overwhelmed by the drifts of the snow and the planets + +<p> Of heaven are blotted from sight; overwhelmed are the rivers + +<p> That cling to their banks, but unconquered is Caesar! His javelin + +<p> He leans on and scrunches with firm step a passage the bristling + +<p> Grim ice fields across! As, spurred on by the lust, of adventure + +<p> Amphitryon's offspring came striding the Caucasus slopes down; + +<p> Or Jupiter's menacing mien as, from lofty Olympus + +<p> He leaped, the doomed giants to crush and to scatter their weapons. + +<p> While Caesar in anger the swelling peaks treads down, winged rumor + +<p> In terror flies forth and on beating wings seeks the high summit + +<p> Of Palatine tall: every image she rocks with her message + +<p> Announcing this thunderbolt Roman! Already, the ocean + +<p> Is tossing his fleets! Now his cavalry, reeking with German + +<p> Gore, pours from the Alps! Slaughter, bloodshed, and weapons + +<p> The red panorama of war is unrolled to their vision! + +<p> By terror their hearts are divided: two counsels perplex them! + +<p> One chooses by land to seek flight: to another, the water + +<p> Appeals, and the sea than his own land is safer! Another + +<p> Will stand to his arms and advantage extort from Fate's mandate. + +<p> The depth of their fear marks the length of their flight! In + confusion + +<p> The people itself--shameful spectacle--driven by terror + +<p> Is led to abandon the city. Rome glories in fleeing! + +<p> The Quirites from battle blench! Cowed by the breath of a rumor + +<p> Relinquished their firesides to mourning! One citizen, palsied + +<p> With terror, his children embraces: another, his penates + +<p> Conceals in his bosom; then, weeping, takes leave of his threshold + +<p> And slaughters the distant invader--with curses! Their spouses + +<p> Some clasp to their sorrow-wracked bosoms! Youths carry their + fathers + +<p> Bowed down with old age, uninured to the bearing of burdens. + +<p> They seize what they dread to lose most. Inexperience drags all + +<p> Its chattels to camp and to battle: as, when powerful Auster + +<p> Piles up the churned waters and tumbles them: never a yard-arm + +<p> Nor rudder to answer the hand, here, one fashions a life-raft + +<p> Of pine planks, another steers into some bay on a lee shore, + +<p> Another will crack on and run from the gale and to Fortune + +<p> Trust all! But why sorrow for trifles? The consuls, with Pompey + +<p> The Great--he, the terror of Pontus, of savage Hydaspes + +<p> Explorer, the reef that wrecked pirates, caused Jove to turn livid, + +<p> When thrice was a triumph decreed him, whom Pontus' vexed water + +<p> And pacified billows of Bosphorus worshipped! Disgraceful their + +<p> Flight! Title and glory forsaking! Now Fortune capricious + +<p> Looks down on the back of great Pompey retreating in terror!" +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2>CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOURTH. +</h2><br> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p> "So great a misfortune disrupted the concord of heaven + +<p> And gods swelled the rout in their panic! Behold through creation + +<p> The gentle divinities flee from the ravening earth; in + +<p> Their loathing they turn from humanity, doomed to destruction! + +<p> And first of all, Peace, with her snowy white arms, hides her visage + +<p> Defeated, her helmet beneath and, abandoning earth, flees + +<p> To seek out the realm of implacable Dis, as a refuge + +<p> Meek Faith her companion, and Justice with locks loosely flowing, + +<p> And Concord, in tears, and her raiment in tatters, attend her. + +<p> The minions of Pluto pour forth from the portals of darkness + +<p> That yawn: the serpent-haired Fury, Bellona the Savage, + +<p> Megoera with firebrands, destruction, and treachery, livid + +<p> Death's likeness! Among them is Frenzy, as, free, with her lashings + +<p> Snapped short, she now raises her gory head, shielding her features + +<p> Deep scarred by innumerous wounds 'neath her helmet blood-clotted. + +<p> Her left arm she guards with a battle-scarred shield scored by + weapons, + +<p> And numberless spear-heads protrude from its surface: her right hand + +<p> A flaming torch brandishes, kindling a flame that will burn up + +<p> The world! Now the gods are on earth and the skies note their + absence; + +<p> The planets disordered their orbits attempt! Into factions + +<p> The heavens divide; first Dione espouses the cause of + +<p> Her Caesar. Minerva next steps to her side and the great son + +<p> Of Ares, his mighty spear brandishing! Phoebus espouses + +<p> The cause of Great Pompey: his sister and Mercury also + +<p> And Hercules like unto him in his travels and labors. + +<p> The trumpets call! Discord her Stygian head lifts to heaven + +<p> Her tresses disheveled, her features with clotted blood covered, + +<p> Tears pour from her bruised eyes, her iron fangs thick coated + with rust, + +<p> Her tongue distils poison, her features are haloed with serpents, + +<p> Her hideous bosom is visible under her tatters, + +<p> A torch with a blood red flame waves from her tremulous right hand. + +<p> Emerging from Cocytus dark and from Tartarus murky + +<p> She strode to the crests of the Apennines noble, the prospect + +<p> Of earth to survey, spread before her the world panorama + +<p> Its shores and the armies that march on its surface: these words + then + +<p> Burst out of her bosom malignant: 'To arms, now, ye nations, + +<p> While anger seethes hot, seize your arms, set the torch to the + cities, + +<p> Who skulks now is lost; neither woman nor child nor the aged + +<p> Bowed down with their years shall find quarter: the whole world will + tremble + +<p> And rooftrees themselves shall crash down and take part in the + struggle. + +<p> Marcellus, hold firm for the law! And thou, Curio, madden + +<p> The rabble! Thou, Lentulus, strive not to check valiant Ares! + +<p> Thou, Cesar divine, why delayest thou now thine invasion? + +<p> Why smash not the gates, why not level the walls of the cities, + +<p> Their treasures to pillage? Thou, Magnus, dost not know the secret + +<p> Of holding the hills of Rome? Take thou the walls of Dyrrachium, + +<p> Let Thessaly's harbors be dyed with the blood of the Romans!' + +<p> On earth was obeyed every detail of Discord's commandment." +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<p>When Eumolpus had, with great volubility, poured out this flood of words, +we came at last to Crotona. Here we refreshed ourselves at a mean inn, +but on the following day we went in search of more imposing lodgings and +fell in with a crowd of legacy hunters who were very curious as to the +class of society to which we belonged and as to whence we had come. +Thereupon, in accord with our mutual understanding, such ready answers +did we make as to who we might be or whence we had come that we gave them +no cause for doubt. 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