Citrus Sun

Not a star appear'd to direct us in our way, nor would the dead of the Night give us hopes of meeting a stranger that could; with these, the Wine we had drank, and our ignorance of the place, even in the day Time, conspir'd to mis-direct us. When we had wander'd almost an Hour, with our feet all bloody, over sharp pebbles and broken hills of Gravel, Gito's diligence at last deliver'd us: for the day before Fearing we might be at a loss, tho' we had the sun to our help, he had Providently mark'd every post and pillar with a chalk, the greatest Darkness was not able to obscure, by whose shineing whiteness we found Our way. But we had as many fears after we got to an inn; for the Hostess, having drank a little too long with her guests, had so Intirely lost her senses, a burning could not have made her feel; that Perhaps, we had been forc'd to have taken up our lodging in the Street, if a letter-carrier that belong'd to Trimalchio, with ten Carriages of his master's revenue, had not come in the mean time; who Without much ado beat down the door, and let us in at the same gap After we enter'd the bed-chamber, having plentifully feasted; prest by Impatient nature, I took my Gito aside; and wrapt in pleasures, spent The night Who can the charms of that blest night declare How soft ye gods! our warm embraces were? We hugg'd, we cling'd, and thro' each other's lips Our souls, like meeting streams, together mixt; Farewell the world, and all its pageantry! When I, a mortal! so begin to dye 'Tis without reason I hug myself; Ascyltos, omnis iniuriae inventor Subduxit mihi nocte puerum et in lectum transtulit suum, volutatusque Liberius cum fratre non suo, sive non sentiente iniuriam sive Dissimulante, indormivit alienis amplexibus oblitus iuris humani Itaque ego ut experrectus pertrectavi gaudio despoliatum torum. Si Qua est amantibus fides, ego dubitavi, an utrumque traicerem gladio Somnumque morti iungerem. Tutius dein secutus consilium Gitona quidem Verberibus excitavi, and looking as sternly as I cou'd upon Ascyltos Thus address'd my self: "Since you've play'd the villain by your Treachery, and breaking the common laws of friendship, pack up your Matters quickly, and find another comrade to abuse." Ascyltos consented; and, after we had made an exact division of our Booty; "Now," says he, "let's share the boy too": I believ'd it a jest At parting, but, he with a murderous resolution, drew his sword; "nor Shall you," added he, "think to ingross this prize, which should, like The rest, be common to us both. I must have my share, or with this Sword will be content to take it." Upon which, on the other side Having twisted my gown under my arm, I made advances to ingage The unhappy boy rush'd between, and kissing both our knees, with Tears, entreated that we would not expose our selves in a pitiful Alehouse, nor with our blood pollute the rites of so dear a Friendship: but, raising his voice, says he, "if there must be murder Behold my naked bosom, hither direct your fury: 'Tis I deserve death Who violated the sacred laws of friendship." Upon which we sheath'd our swords; and first Ascyltos, "I'll," says He, "end the difference: Let the boy himself follow the man he likes That, in chusing a friend, at least, he may have an unquestion'd Liberty." I, that presum'd so long an acquaintance, had made no slight Impressions on his nature, was so far from fearing, that with an eager Haste I accepted the proffer, and to the judge committed the dispute: Gito, that he might not seem to consider, at my consent jump'd up, and Chose Ascyltos I, like one thunderstruck, at the sentence, void of defence, fell upon The bed, and had not surviv'd the loss, if envy of my rival had not Stopp'd my sword Ascyltos, proud of the conquest, goes off with the prize, leaving me Expos'd in a strange place, that before he caress'd as a friend and Sharer of his fortune: 'Tis in the world, as in a game of chess; We serve our friends but where our profit is When fortune smiles, we're yours, and yours alone; But when she frowns, the servile herd are gone So, in a play, they act with mimick art Father, or son, or griping miser's part: But when at last the comic scenes are o'er They quit the visards they assum'd before Nor did I there very long complain, for fearing one Menelaus, an usher Of a school, might, among other misfortunes, find me alone in the inn I made up my wallet, and, very pensive, took me a lodging in a private Place near the sea: there, after I had been mewd up for three days Reflecting afresh on my despis'd and abject condition, I beat my Breast, as sick as it was; and, when my deep sighs would suffer me Often cry'd out; "Why has not the earth burst open, and swallow'd me? Why has not the sea o'erwhelm'd me that respects not even the innocent Themselves? Have I been a murderer? when I had violated Lycas's wife Have I fled justice? have I escap'd even when I was condemn'd to dye To live in a strange place, to have my name recorded only among Beggars and vagabonds? and who condemn'd me to this solitude?--A boy! One who is a prostitute to all manner of lust; and by his own Confession deserves to dye; whom vice has enobl'd from a slave; who Was publickly contracted with as a girl, by one that knew he was of The other sex: and what a wretch is that other, ye gods! whom, when he Might have writ man, his mother perswaded even out of his sex, and Putting on petty-coats, was condemn'd to a maids office in a prison: Who, after he had spent what he had, and chang'd the scene of his Lust; having contracted an old friendship, basely left it; and Frontless impudence! like a hot whore, for one night's pleasure, sold His friend. Now the lovers lye whole nights lockt in each other's Arms, and who knows but in those intervals they recruit their weary'd Strength, may laugh at me: but they shan't go off so, for if I'm a Man, or a free-born one at least, I'll make their blood compensate the Injury." Having thus said I girt on my sword; and lest I shou'd be too weak to Maintain the war, encourag'd my self with a lusty meal, and making out Of doors, like one possesst, search'd every place: but whilst, with a Wild distracted countenance, I thought of nothing but blood and Slaughter; and oft with execrations laying my hand on my sword, a Souldier, perhaps some cheat or padder, observ'd me, and making up to Me, askt to what regiment or company I, his brother souldier Belong'd? when, with a good assurance, I had cheated him into a belief Of the regiment and company; well, but friend, said he, looking down Doe the souldiers of your company walk in such shoes? I began to look Guilty, and by my trembling discover'd the lye I had told him: upon Which he made me lay down my arms, and bid me take care of the worst Thus stript, nay and thus rob'd of my revenge, I return'd to my Lodging, where by degrees my fears abating, I began in my mind to Thank the robber But finding it difficult to wean my self from the love of revenge, I Spent half the night very pensively; and rising by day-break, to ease Me of my grief, and thoughts of my injury, I rov'd about every where Till at last going in to a publick gallery, very wonderful for several Sorts of excellent painting; I saw some by Zeuxy's hand, that had not Yet yielded to the injuries of time: And, not without an awful Reverence, behold others by Protogenes, which tho' they were first Tryals, yet disputed for exactness, even with nature it self: but on The other side viewing a celebrated piece drawn by Apelles; I even Ador'd the work of so great a master: 'twas so correctly finisht to The life, you'd have sworn it an image of the soul too. One side gave The story of the eagle bearing Jupiter to heaven, the other the fair Hylas repelling the addresses of the lew'd naiad: in another part was Apollo, angry at himself for killing his boy Hyacinth; and, to shew His love, crown'd his harp with the flower that sprung from his blood In this gallery, as in a vision of living images, I cry'd out; and are Not the gods themselves secure from love? Jupiter in his seraglio Above, not finding one that can please his appetite, sins upon earth Yet injures nobody: the nymph wou'd have stifl'd her passion for Hylas, had she believ'd the lusty Hercules wou'd have been his rival: Apollo turns Hyacinth into a flower: and every image enjoy'd its Wishes without a rival: but I have caress'd, as the dearest friend The greatest villain While I was thus talking to my self, there enter'd the gallery an old Man, with a face as pale as age had made his hair; and seem'd, I know Not how, to bring with him the air of a great soul; but viewing his Habit, I was easily confirm'd in my opinion, since fortune seldom Deals favourably with learned men. In short, he made up to me, and Addressing himself, told me he was a poet; and, as he hop'd, above the Common herd: if, added he, my merrit don't suffer by applause that's Promiscuously given, to the good and bad Why, therefore, interrupted I, are you so meanly clad? On this Account return'd he, because learning never made any man rich The merchant's profit well rewards his toil: The souldier crowns his labours with the spoil: To servile flattery we altars raise: And the kind wife her stallion ever pays: But starving wit in rags takes barren pain: And, dying, seeks the muses aid in vain "'Tis certain," added he, "that a lover of virtue, on account of his Singularity, meets with contempt; for who can approve what differs From himself? And that those who admire riches, wou'd fain possess Every body, that nothing is more reasonable than their opinion; whence They ridicule, as well as they can, the learned few; that they, like Themselves, might seem within the power of money." "I don't know, how learning and poverty became relations," said I, and Sigh'd: "You justly lament," return'd he, "the condition of scholars." "You mistake me," said I, "that's not the occasion of my sighs There's another and much greater cause:" And, as all men are naturally Inclin'd to communicate their grief; I laid open my case to him Beginning with Ascyltos's treachery, which I aggravated; and, with Repeated sighs, often wisht his injustice to me might have deserv'd Pardon: but that now he was a staunch villain, and in lust more subtle Than the bawds themselves The old man, seeing me sincere, began to comfort me; and the better to Effect it, told me what formerly had happen'd to himself on the like Occasion "In Asiam cum a quaestore essem stipendio eductus, hospitium Pergami Accepi. Ubi cum libenter habitarem non solum propter cultum Aedicularum, sed etiam propter hospitis formosissimum filium Excogitavi rationem, qua non essem patri familiae suspectus amator Quotiescunque enim in convivio de usu formosorum mentio facta est, tam Vehementer excandui, tam severa tristitia violari aures meas obsceno Sermone nolui, ut me mater praecipue tanquam unum ex philosophis Intueretur. Iam ego coeperam ephebum in gymnasium deducere, ego Studia eius ordinare, ego docere ac praecipere, ne quis praedator Corporis admitteretur in domum. . . "Forte cum in triclinio iaceremus, quia dies sollemnis ludum artaverat Pigritiamque recedendi imposuerat hilaritas longior, fere circa mediam Noctem intellexi puerum vigilare. Itaque timidissimo murmure votum Feci et 'domina' inquam 'Venus, si ego hunc puerum basiavero, ita ut Ille non sensiat, cras illi par columbarum donabo.' Audito voluptatis Pretio puer stertere coepit. Itaque aggressus simulantem aliquot Basiolis invasi. Contentus hoc principio bene mane surrexi electumque Par columbarum attuli expectanti ac me voto exsolvi "Proxima nocte cum idem liceret, mutavi optionem et 'si hunc' inquam 'tractavero improba manu, et ille non senserit, gallos gallinaceos Pugnacissimos duos donabo patienti.' Ad hoc votum ephebus ultro se Admovit et, puto, vereri coepit, ne ego obdormiscerem. Indulsi ergo Sollicito, totoque corpore citra summam voluptatem nne ingurgitavi Deinde ut dies venit, attuli gaudenti quicquid promiseram. Ut tertia Nox licentiam dedit, consurrexi . . . ad aurem male dormientis 'dii' Inquam 'immortales, si ego huic dormienti abstulero coitum plenum et Optabilem, pro hac felicitate cras puero asturconem. Macedonicum Optimum donabo, cum hac tamen exceptione, si ille non senserit.' Nunquam altiore somno ephebus obdormivit. Itaque primum implevi Lacentibus papillis manus, mox basio inhaesi, deinde in unum omnia Vota coniunxi. Mane sedere in cubiculo coepit atque expectare Consuetudinem meam. Scis quanto facilius sit, columbas gallosque Gallinaceos emere quam asturconem, et praeter hoc etiam timebam, ne Tam grande munus suspectam faceret humanitatem meam. Ego aliquot Horis spatiatus in hospitium reverti nihilque aliud quam puerum Basiavi. At ille circumspiciens ut cervicem meam iunxit amplexu 'rogo' inquit 'domine, ubi est asturco?' "Cum ob hanc offensam praeclusissem mihi aditum, quem feceram, iterum Ad licentiam redii. Interpositis enim paucis diebus, cum similis Casus nos in eandem fortunam rettulisset, ut intellexi stertere Patrem, rogare coepi ephebum, ut reverteretur in gratiam mecum, id est Ut pateretur satis fieri sibi, et cetera quae libido distenta dictat At ille plane iratus nihil aliud dicebat nisi hoc: 'aut dormi, aut ego Iam dicam patri.' Nihil est tam arduum, quod non improbitas Extorqueat. Dum dicit: 'patrem excitabo,' irrepsi tamen et male Repugnanti gaudium extorsi. At ille non indelectatus nequitia mea Postquam diu questus est deceptum se et derisum traductumque inter Condiscipulos, quibus iactasset censum meum, 'videris tamen' inquit 'non ero tui similis. Si quid vis, fac iterum.' Ego vero deposita Omni offensa cum puero in gratiam redii ususque beneficio eius in Somnum delapsus sum. Sed non fuit contentus iteratione ephebus planae Maturitatis et annis ad patiendum gestientibus. Itaque excitavit me Sopitum et 'numquid vis?' inquit. Et non plane iam molestum erat Munus. Utcunque igitur inter anhelitus sudoresque tritus, quod Voluerat, accepit, rursusque in somnum decidi gaudio lassus Interposita minus hora pungere me manu coepit et dicere: 'quare non Facimus?' tum ego totiens excitatus plane vehementer excandui et Reddidi illi voces suas: 'aut dormi, aut ego iam patri dicam.'" This discourse diverting my grief, I began to question the old Gentleman about the antiquity of some pieces, the stories of others I Was not acquainted with, the reason why this age don't come up to the Former, and why the most excellent arts are lost, of which painting Has not left the least sign of its being? "Our love of riches," Reply'd he, "has been the only occasion: for in old time, when virtue Was admir'd for its own sake, all liberal arts flourisht, and the only Emulation among men, was to make discoveries that might profit the Age. 'Twas in those times Democritus, content with poverty, found out The vertue of most herbs; and lest there might be any hidden Excellence in stones and trees, spent the rest of his life in Experiments about them: 'Twas then Eudoxus abandon'd the world, to Live on the top of a high mountain, to discover the motions of the Heavens and Crisippus, the better to qualify his mind for invention Went thrice through a course of physick "But to return to imagery, Lysippus with that diligence imploy'd Himself about one statue, that, neglecting his living, he dyed, for Want: and Myron, whose brazen images of men and beasts, you might have Mistaken for living ones, dy'd very poor: but our age is so wholly Devoted to drinking and whoring, we're so far from inventing, that we Don't acquaint our selves even with those arts that are found to our Hands: But, accusing antiquity, our schools become seminaries of vice Only: what's our logick? How little do we know of astronomy? Where's Our philosopher? What master of eloquence could indure to hear it so Murdred in a pulpit? What wise man cou'd suffer the noise? Our Business in the temple is not to inform our minds, or correct our Lives; but as soon as we enter the place, one out of love to his Friend, being made his heir, promises a sacrifice to the gods, if They'd please to take him out of this troublesome world; another, if They'd direct him to a treasure: the like a third promises if they'd Make him happy in a small estate of 300l. per an. or so: The very Senate that shou'd show an exemplary conduct, in occasions of doubtful Events, have devoted mighty sums of gold to religious uses: And who Wou'd not but admire, that, he is perswaded hath charms enough to make The gods themselves comply! You need not wonder why painting is lost When gold appears more beautiful both to gods and men, than any thing Apelles or Phidias are now esteem'd madly to have spent their time About: But seeing your curiosity is wholly taken up with that piece That shews you a contracted history of the Siege of Troy: I'll try to Give you the story more at large in verse "Now Troy had felt a siege of ten long years Concern and sorrow in each face appears: The Grecian prophet too, with terrour fill'd What fate decree'd, but doubtfully reveal'd: When thus Apollo---- From the proud top of Ida's rising hill A lofty pile of mighty cedars fell Whose trunks into a dreadful fabrick force And, let it bear the figure of a horse: The spacious hollows, of whose mountain-womb The choice and flower of your troops entomb The Greeks, enrag'd to be so long repell'd With their chief troops the beasts vast bowel's fill'd And thus their arms and all their hopes conceal'd Strange was the fate the rul'd unhappy Troy Who thought them gone, and lasting peace t'enjoy So the inscription of the machine said And treacherous Synon, for their ruin made All from their arms at once, and troubles run To view the horse, and left th' unguarded town So over-joy'd they wept: Thus even fears When joy surprizes, melt away in tears Enrag'd Laocoon, with prophetick beat Prest thro' the crowd, that on his humour wait; And with a javelin pierc'd the fatal horse But fate retards the blow, and stopt its force: The spear jumpt back upon the priest, so nigh It gave new credit to the treachery Yet to confirm how weak was the attempt 'Gainst what the gods will have, his javelin sent Resum'd with double fury, thro' his side And the large concave of the machine try'd: When from within the captive Grecians roar; And the beast trembles with another's fear Yet to the town the present they convey Thus a new stragem does Troy betray; While to the taken, she becomes a prey But other monsters there enform our eyes What mighty seas from Teuedos arise! The frighted Neptune seems to seek the shore With such a noise, with such a dreadful roar: As in a silent night, when, from afar The dismal sound of wrecks invades the ear: When rolling on the waves two mighty snakes Unhappy Troy descry'd; whose circling stroaks Had drove the swelling surges on the rocks Like lofty ships they on the billows ride And with rais'd breasts the foaming flood divide: Their crests they brandish and red eye-balls raise That all around dispence a sulphurous blaze To shore advancing, now the waves appear All fire; unwonted ratlings fill the air The ocean trembles at their dreadful hiss; All are amaz'd: When in a Trojan dress; And holy wreaths their sacred temples bind Laocoon's sons were by the snakes entwin'd: Now t'wards heaven their little hands are thrown Each for his brother, not himself does moan And prays to save his ruin by his own Both dye at last, thro' fear each other shou'd And to give death a greater pomp, the good Laocoon to their rescue vainly run Now gorg'd with death, they drag him on the ground Up to the altar, where devoted lies The priest himself, a panting sacrifice Thus with his blood the temple they prophane; Losing their gods; Troy's ruin thus began: Now the bright taper of the night appears Gayly attended with a train of stars: When midst the Trojans, dead in sleep and wine The Grecians execute their dire design: When from the open'd caverns of the horse Like a large flood, their hidden troops did gush; And now deliver'd, leave their horse and fear With the same wanton motions colts appear: When from the plow, and heavy collar freed They shake their rising crests, and try their speed Their swords they brandish, and their shields they rear And fix their helmets, then begin the war: A party here o' th' drunken Trojans light And send them snoring to eternal night; Another there now made their altars smoke And against Troy, Troy's guardian gods invoke." When Eumolpus had gone thus far in his story, the people that were Walking there, began to fling stones at him: But he, conscious of his Merit, cover'd his head, and took up his heels: I, fearing they wou'd Have taken me for a poet too, made after him: When we were out of Stone shot of the enemy, "I beseech you, sir," said I, "what will you Do with this disease of yours? I don't wonder at the peoples humour Since I have hardly been acquainted with you two hours, and your Entertainment has been more poetry than the conversation of a man. I Think I must fill my pocket with stones, that when I perceive you Going into a fit, I may bleed you in the head for it, with one of 'em." He turn'd to me, and, "Dear child," said he, "I rose to day without Consulting my fortune; tho' 'tis confest I seldom appear even on the Stage, but such a mobb as this are laughing at me: But that I may not Be at difference with you too, I'll tye my self up from this humour of Poetry:" "Well, well," said I, "on that condition I sup with you;" Upon which, going into the poor cottage I lodg'd at, we order'd the Master of it to get us a supper, and in the mean time we went to the Bagnio, where I saw Gito standing against the wall, with towels and Rubbing brushes in his hand; his troubl'd countenance easily perswaded Me he serv'd on compulsion: As soon as he saw me, with joy addressing Himself, he told me, that since I was not in that martial posture that Once frighted him to belye his affections, he cou'd freely speak to Me, upon which he entreated me to pity his circumstances; and, if I Cou'd but deliver him from so barbarous a master, since he was now Sorry he was forc'd to be my judge, I might take my satisfaction in Any punishment I'de please to inflict; "for," added he, "if I must Dye, 'twill be comfort enough to so unhappy a wretch to think that you Are pleas'd in 't." I desir'd him wave his complaints, lest our design shou'd be Discover'd, and leaving Eumolpus (for in the bath he was versifying) We made off thro' a dirty back-entry, as privately as we could to my Lodgings: Where, shutting the door, I threw my arms about his neck And, tho, he was all in tears, half smother'd him with kisses: Thus we Continu'd without a word from either side: Gito's repeated sobs so Disturb'd him, he could not speak: When after a long time spent in That posture, "how unaccountable is it," began I, "to love him that Once forsook me! And that in this breast I shou'd feel so great a Wound, yet have no sign of its being there! what's you' pretence for Chusing Ascyltos? Have I deserv'd such usage?" After he found I still had love for him, he began to look less Concerned: "When," added I, "I'm so far from desireing an umpire to Judge of th' ingratitude of your choice, that I neither complain of Or design to remember it; if I find you sincere." I cou'd not tell him this without a tear: When, wiping his face, says He, "Encolpius, I appeal to your memory, whether I left, you, or you Betray'd me. I must confess, and hope you can't blame me; when I saw Two at daggers-drawing, that I ran to the strongest." I cou'd not but admire his wit, and to convince him of a perfect Reconciliation, sealed it with repeated kisses 'Twas now quite dark, and our supper was dishing up, when Eumolpus Knock'd at the door: I ask'd how many there was of 'em: And took an Opportunity through a chink, to see whether Ascyltos was with him: But Finding him alone, I soon open'd the door: He had hardly fixt himself On his couch, when seeing Gito in waiting, "on my word," said he, "a Very Gannymed; sure Encolpius, you'll have no reason to complain to Day." I did not like to observing an entry; and was afraid I had entertain'd Another Ascyltos. Eumolpus pursuing his humour, when the boy fill'd Him a glass, "I had rather," said he, "be in possession of thee, than The whole bagnio"; and greedily drinking it off, "the heat I've been In," added he, "made this the pleasantest draught I ever took: For to Deal freely with ye, I narrowly scap'd a beating, for attempting, when I was in the bath, to deliver my thoughts of it in verse: And after I Was turn'd out of the bagnio, as I us'd to be out of the theatre; I Search'd every place, crying as loud as I cou'd, 'Encolpius Encolpius.' A naked youth that had lost his cloaths, as strongly Echo'd back to me, 'Gito, Gito': The boys, believing me mad, ridicul'd Me with their mimikry: But the other was attended with a great Concourse of people, that with an awful admiration prais'd the youth: For nature had so largely qualify'd him for a lover, his body seem'd But as the skirt of the mighty member it bore: A lusty rogue! I'll Warrant, he'd maintain the field four and twenty hours! He therefore Soon found relief, for some debauch'd spark, a Roman knight, as was Reported, flung his cloak over him, and took him home, with hopes, I Presume to engross so great a prize: But I was so far from meeting Such civility, that even my own cloaths were kept from me, till I Brought one that knew me, to satisfie 'em in my character: So much More profitable 'tis to improve the body than the mind." Whilst Eumolpus was telling his story, I often chang'd countenance: Looking glad at the ill fortune of my rival, but troubled at his good: Yet did not interrupt him, lest he shou'd discover my concern: and When he had done, I told him what we had for supper I had hardly given him an account, e're our entertainment came in: 'Twas common homely food, but very nourishing: Our half starv'd doctor Attacqu'd it very briskly, but when he had well fill'd himself, began To tell us, philosophers were above the world, and to ridicule those That condemn every thing, because 'tis common, and only to admire Those things that are difficult to be had: "These vicious appetites," Added he, "that despise what they can cheaply come by, never taste any Thing pure, but, like sick men, love only those things that are Hurtful to 'em "What's soon obtain'd, we nauseously receive All hate the victory that's got with leave: We scorn the good our happy isle brings forth But love whatever is of foreign growth: Not that the fish that distant waters feed Do those excel that in our climate breed; But these are cheaply taken, those came far With difficulty got, and cost us dear: Thus the kind she, abroad, we admire above Th' insipid lump, at home of lawful love: Yet once enjoy'd, we strait a new desire And absent pleasures only do admire." "Is this," said I, interrupting him, "what you promis'd, that you Wou'd not versifie to day agen? I beseech you, sir, at least spare us That never pelted you: For if any of the inn shou'd find we have a Poet in our company, the whole neighbourhood wou'd be rais'd, and we Shou'd dye martyrs for a wrong opinion: If nothing else will make you Pity us, think of the galery and bath you came from": when I had Treated him after this rate, the good natur'd Gito, correcting me Said, I did very ill to rail at a man so much my elder; and that Having offer'd a gentleman the curtsie of my table, I shou'd not so Far forget good breeding, to affront him when he came: With many the Like expressions, attended with a blush at their delivery, that Extreamly became him "Happy the woman," said Eumolpus, "that's blest with such a son! Heaven encrease your virtue: so much sense, and so much beauty we Seldom meet with in any one person: But, lest you shou'd think your Civility thrown away, you have found a lover for it: I'll give the World your praises in verse: I'll be your servant, your gardian, and Will follow you every where: Nor can Encolpius think himself injur'd He loves another." Eumolpus was oblig'd to the souldier that robb'd me of my sword, else I had turn'd the fury upon him I meant for Ascyltos: Gito reading it In my countenance, under pretence of fetching water, prudently Withdrew: And allay'd my heat, by removing one cause of it: But my Rage reviving, "Eumolpus," said I, "I had rather have heard even your Verses, that you propose to your self such hopes: I am very Passionate, and you are very lustful: Consider how improbable 'tis we Shou'd agree; believe therefore I am mad, and humour the phrenzy; that Is, be gone immediately." At this Eumolpus was in great confusion, and, without asking the Occasion of my passion, presently made out: But drawing the door after Him, what I did not in the least suspect, he lock'd me in, and Stealing the key out of the door, ran in pursuit of Gito The rage I was in to be so abus'd, put me upon hanging my self; and Having ty'd an apron, I found in the room, to the bed-stead, committed My neck to the noose I had made with its strings: When Eumolpus and Gito came to the door, and entering, prevented my design: Gito, his Grief growing to a rage, made a great out-cry, and forcing me on the Bed, "You're mistaken," said he, "Encolpius, if you fancy it possible For you to dye before me: I was first in the design, and had not Surviv'd my choice of Ascyltos; if I had met with an instrument of Death: But had not you come to my relief in the bath, I had resolv'd To throw my self out of the window: And that you may know how ready Death is to wait those that desire it: see--I've got what you so Lately endeavour'd." Upon which, having snatch'd a rasor from Eumolpus's servant, he struck Three or four times 't his throat, and fell down before us: frightened At the accident, I cry'd out, and falling upon him e're he had reached The ground, with the same weapon, endeavoured to follow him: But Neither had Gito any appearance of a wound, nor did I feel my self Hurt: For it happen'd to be a dull rasor, design'dly made so, to Prepare learners of the art to handle a sharper which was the reason Eumolpus did not offer to prevent our mimick deaths, nor his man look Concern'd when the rasor was snatch'd from him While this scene was acting, the inn-keeper came in upon us, with the Other part of our supper; and viewing the obscene posture we were in "I beseech you, sirs," said he, "are ye drunk, or have fled justice And are acting it on your selves, or both? ho! who was going to make a Gibet of the bed? What private designs are here on foot? What--was Your going out but now with intent to bilke me? But you shall feel Fo't: I'll soon make ye know who rules here." "What, you rascal," crys Eumolpus, "do you threat too?" And without More ado flung his fist in his face: The inn-keeper took up an earthen Pitcher we so oft had empty'd, and sending it at Eumolpus, broke his Forehead, and immediately ran down stairs: Eumolpus, impatient of Revenge, snatching up a great wooden candlestick, made after him; and Pouring his blows very thick on the inn-keeper, repair'd the injury With interest: This alarm'd the whole house, and whilst the rest of His guess, that by this time were most of 'em drunk; ran to see what Was the matter, taking an opportunity to revenge the injury Eumolpus Had offer'd me, I lock'd him out; and turning thus his trick upon Himself, at once, enjoy'd the bed and board without a rival In the mean time, the islanders (that came in at the bustle) and cooks With all their kitchin artillery set upon Eumolpus: One throws at his Head a hot spit with the meat on't; another with a pitchfork puts Himself in a martial posture against him; but especially a blear-ey'd Old woman, who tucking up the dirty apron she had about her, with one Shoe on, and another off, hall'd a great mastiff and set him at Eumolpus: But with the wooden candlestick he defended himself against All his enemies We saw all through a hole they had made by wrenching the latch from The door: I wish'd him well you may imagine; but Gito had compassion And wou'd have succour'd the distrest Eumolpus; upon which, my rage Continuing, I gave his pitying head two or three blows with my fist; He sate down on the bed and cry'd: but I so eagerly ply'd the hole, I Made my eyes relieve each other; and, encouraging the people against Him, with great satisfaction beheld the conflict: when the bailiff of The island, one Bargates, whom the scuffle had rais'd from supper; was Brought into the room, supported by others legs, for he was troubl'd With the gout, he cou'd not use his own: And having in his clownish Manner, with a great deal of heat, made a long harangue against Drunkards and vagabonds, looking on Eumolpus, "ha! what is it you," Says he, "the excellent poet? What--has these rogues been abusing you All this while?" At what time he goes up to Eumolpus, and in a Whisper, "I have a maid," says he, "that flouts at me when I ask her The question; prithee, if you have any love for me, abuse her in a Copy of verses till she's ashamed of her self." While Eumolpus was thus ingag'd with Bargates, the cryer of the town And some other officer, attended with a great concourse of people Entred the inn; and, shaking a smoaky rather than lighted torch he Carried, mouths out this; viz NOT LONG AGO, RUN AWAY FROM THE BATH, A VERY PRETTY BOY, WITH CURL'D HAIR, BY NAME, GITO IF ANY MAN, OR WOMAN, IN CITY, OR COUNTRY CAN TELL TALE OR TIDINGS OF HIM, SHALL HAVE FOR HIS REWARD 1000 SESTERCES Not far from the cryer, stood Ascyltos, clad with a coat of many Colours; who, to incourage any discoverer, held the reward in a silver Charger before him Upon this, I order'd Gito to steal under the bed, and thrust his feet And hands through the cords that, as Ulysses formerly hid in a sheeps Hide, so extended he might cheat the searchers Gito immediately obey'd the motion, and fixing himself, as I directed Out-did Ulysses in his native art: But, that I might leave no room for Suspicion, I so disposed the bed-cloaths, that none could believe more Than my self had lain there We had just done, when Ascyltos, with a beadle, having search'd the Other chambers, came to ours, which gave him greater hopes, because he Found the door so barr'd: But the petty officer he brought, with an Iron crow, forc'd it open Upon Ascyltos's entry, I threw my self at his feet, and beseech'd him If he had any memory of our past friendship; or any respect for one That had shar'd misfortunes with him, he wou'd at least let me see the Still dear Gito: And to give my sham-intreaties a better colour, "I See," says I, "Ascyltos, you are come with designs on my life; for to What other end could you bring those ministers of justice? Therefore Satisfie your rage, behold my naked bosom, let out that blood, which Under pretence of a search, you come to seek." Ascyltos, now laying aside his old grudge to me; profess'd he came in Pursuit of nothing but Gito, that had run from him; nor desir'd the Death of any man, much more of one that falls before him; and whom After a fatal quarrel with him, he held most dear The petty officer was not so easie to me, for taking a stick out of The inn-keeper's hand, he felt under the bed with it, and run it into Every hole he found in the wall: Gito drew his body out of the stick's Way, and, breathing as gently as fear cou'd make him, held his mouth Close to the cords They were hardly gone, e're Eumolpus bounc'd in upon us, for the Broken door cou'd stop nobody, and, in a great heat, cry'd out, "I'll Earn the reward: I'll make after the Cryer, and let him know how soon Gito may be in his custody." Eumolpus pursuing his design, I kist his knees, and intreated him not To anticipate the end of dying men; "you wou'd be justly angry," added I, "if you shou'd discover to 'em how you are deceiv'd: The boy run Into the crowd undiscovered, and where he is gone, my self can't Suspect. I beseech you, Eumolpus, bring back the boy, or at least Restore him even to Ascyltos." Just as I had worked him to a belief, Gito, with restraining his Breath, snees'd thrice so thoroughly, that he shook the bed; at which Eumolpus, turning about, saluted him with, "God bless you, sir;" and Taking the bedding aside, saw the little Ulysses, who might have Raised compassion, even in a blood-thirsty Cyclops: then looking upon Me, "Thou villain," says he, "how have you shamm'd me? Durst you not Tell truth, even when you was catch'd in a roguery? If some god, that Has the care of humane affairs, had not forc'd the boy to discover Himself, I had wander'd in search of him to a fine purpose." But Gito, that cou'd fawn much better than I, took a cobweb dipt in oyl And apply'd to the wound in his forehead: And changing his torn coat For his own mantle, imbrac'd the now reconcil'd Eumolpus, and stuck to His lips: at last he spoke, and, "Our lives," said he, "most indulgent Father, our lives are in your power; if you love your Gito, convince Him that you do, by preserving him: O! could I now meet a grave in Flames or waves, that I, the only cause of all, might end your Quarrels." Eumolpus, concern'd at our grief, and particularly mindful of Gito's Tenderness to him; "surely," says he, "y'are the greatest of fools Who have souls enrich'd with virtues, that may make ye happy, yet live A continu'd martyrdom, raising to your selves every day new occasions Of grief; I, wherever I am, make my life as pleasant and free from Trouble, as if I expected no more of it: If you'll imitate me, never Let cares disturb your quiet. And to avoid Ascyltos that haunts ye in These parts, I am taking a voyage to a foreign country, and shou'd be Glad of your company: I believe to morrow night I shall go on board The vessel: I am very well known there, and you need not doubt of a Civil entertainment." His advice appear'd to me both wise and profitable; for at once it Deliver'd me from Ascyltos, and gave me hopes of living more happy: Thus oblig'd by Eumolpus's good nature, I was sorry for the late Injury I had done him, and began to repent I appear'd his rival, since It had occasion'd so many disasters At last, with tears, I beseech'd him to be friends with me too, for That it was not in a rival's power to bound his rage; yet, that I Wou'd try neither to say, or do any thing that may offend him: and Hop'd so wise and good a man as he, wou'd leave in his mind no sign of A former quarrel: for 'twas with men as with countrys, on rude Neglected grounds snows lay very long, but where the fruitful earth Was improv'd by culture, they presently melt off, and hardly leave a Print behind: Thus unfashion'd minds can't discharge their passions Suddenly, but where souls are inrich'd with instruction, they but Appear and vanish "And to confirm the truth of what you say," return'd Eumolpus, "all my Heat expires in this kiss; but, to prevent the designs of your Enemies, hasten with your wallets, and either follow me, or, if ye Like it, act the leaders." He had not done speaking, when, hearing the door move, we turn'd About, and saw a seaman, with a beard that made him appear terribly Grim: who saluted Eumolpus with a "Why dy'e stay, as if you did not Know how near the time 'twas?" All immediately prepared for the march, Eumolpus loads his servants Who had been all this while asleep; I, and Gito, pack'd our things Together, and, thanking our stars, enter'd the vessel We fixt our selves, as much out of the way as we could, under deck: And it being not yet day, Eumolpus fell a-sleep: I, and Gito, cou'd Not take a wink: when reflecting afresh, that I had harbour'd in my Acquaintance, a rival more powerful than Ascyltos; I began to be much Troubled: but wisely allaying my grief, I thus reason'd with my self: Is it so troublesom to share what we love? when the best of nature's Works are in common? The sun throws his rays on all. The moon, with Her infinite train of stars, serves to light even beasts to their Fodder: What below can boast an excellence of nature above the waters? Yet they flow in publick for the use of all: only love seems sweeter Stol'n than when it's given us: so it is, we esteem nothing, unless 'tis envy'd by others; but what have I to fear in a rival, that age And impotence conspire to render disagreeable? Who, when he has an Inclination, his body jades under him before he can reach the goal When I had cheated my self with this assurance, I muffled my head in My coat, and feign'd my self asleep: but on a sudden, as if fortune Had resolv'd to ruin my quiet; I heard one above deck groaning out: "And has he scorn'd me?" This struck me with a trembling, for it was A man's voice, and one I was afraid I knew: but at a greater distance With the same heat, I heard a woman lamenting: "O that some god," said She, "wou'd bring my Gito to my arms; tho' he banish'd himself thence; How kindly wou'd I receive him!" So unexpected a thing drove the colour from our cheeks; I especially As in a trance, was a long time speechless; when, trembling with fear I pull'd Eumolpus by the coat, who was now asleep; and "I beseech you Father," said I, "do you know the owner of this vessel, or who the Passengers are?" He was very angry to be disturbed: "And was it for This reason," said he, "that we chose the most private place in the Ship; that none but your self might disturb us: or what will it Signifie if I tell you, that one Lycas a Tarentine owns her, and is Carrying one Tryphœna to Tarentum?" For a while I stood like one thunder-struck, when opening my bosom, I Trembling, cry'd out; "At last, Fortune, you have ruin'd every part of Me:" for Gito, my better half, lean'd on my breast, as if he had Breath'd his last: when our sweating through fear, had a little Recover'd our spirits: I fell at Eumolpus feet, and intreated him to Have compassion of two dying wretches: that is, to assist us in the Means of escaping the impending mischief: "Tho' death," I added "wou'd be more grateful to us, if the happiness of enjoying you, did Not make us envy life." Eumolpus was glad to serve us, and swore by all that's sacred, he was Privy to no design against us; and that he had very innocently brought Us hither, for no other end, than for our company, having hir'd the Vessel before he was acquainted with us: "But what designs on your Lives are here?" added he, "Or have we a pyrate Hannibal on board?" "Lycas," continued he, "a very honourable man, is not only master and Owner of this vessel, but of a good estate, and having inclinations to Traffick, freights his vessel himself: Is this the terrible Cyclops? Is this the dreadful cut-throat, we must pay our carriage to? And Besides him, is the beautiful Tryphœna that other emblem of Terrour, who for her pleasure only goes with Lycas." "These are the very two," reply'd Gito, "we strove to avoid": and, in A low voice, made Eumolpus, that trembled at the story, at once Understand the occasions of their malice to us, and our present Danger Eumolpus was so distracted in his thoughts, he cou'd not advise, but Bid each of us give him his opinion; "And presume," says he, "we had Just enter'd the Cyclops den, where Jove's thunderbolts are made. We Must seek a means of delivery, except we design to free us from all Danger, by sinking the vessel." "No, no," began Gito, "rather offer the pilot a reward, to direct the Vessel to some port: and affirm the sea so disagrees with your friend That if he is not so kind, you fear he'll dye: you may colour the Pretence with tears, and appear much concern'd, that, mov'd with Compassion, the pilot may befriend you." Eumolpus reply'd, that could not be effected, for not only the Difficulty of guiding so great a ship to a port, but a suspicion he Wou'd necessarily have, that his friend cou'd not be so suddenly very Ill, conspir'd against it: Then next perhaps, Lycas wou'd have a Curiosity to visit his sick passenger: "Can you propose to escape by a Means that will discover ye to him ye'd avoid? But presuming the ship Cou'd be stopt in her rapid course, and that Lycas shou'd not visit His sick on board: How can we get out, but all must see us? With our Heads muffled, or bare? If cover'd, we move every one to lend a hand To sick persons; if bare, we discover our selves." "A desperate disease," said I, "must have a desperate cure; I know no Better expedient of our delivery, than to slide into the long boat And cutting the cord, leave the rest to Fortune: Nor do I desire Eumolpus to share the danger: For what wou'd it signifie to involve an Innocent person in other mens deserv'd misfortunes? We shall think Our selves happy, if Fortune be kind." "'Twas not ill advised," said Eumolpus, "if it cou'd be done; for do You think to stir in the ship unobserved, when the distant motion of The stars themselves can't escape the pilot's diligence? You must Pass the only guarded part of the ship near which place the rope that Holds the boat is tyed: Besides, Encolpius, I wonder you did not Remember that one seaman was upon constant duty night and day in the Boat it self; nor will be mov'd from his post, without you cut his Throat, or fling him overboard; which consider whether you can dare Attempt; for my part, to go with you I would refuse no danger that Could give me the least hopes of getting off; but to put so low a Value on life, to throw it away as a useless thing, I believe even Your selves are unwilling: Hear whether you like my proposal; I'll put Ye into two mantles I have here, and making holes to breathe and eat Through, will place you amongst my other goods for baggage, next Morning I allarm the whole ship, crying out, my servants, fearing a Greater punishment, in the night jump into the sea; that when the ship Made to land, I might carry you off for baggage." "Very well," said I, "but do you design to tye us as stocks, within Which nature does not labour to be freed; or as those that use to Sneeze and snore? Or, because I once succeeded in a like deceit? But Suppose we cou'd hold out a day so ty'd up, what shall we do if we're Put to't longer? Will the thoughts of a quiet life without cares, or Of our adverse fortune entertain us most? our very cloaths long bound Up will rot upon our backs: Can we, d'ye think, that are young, and Not inur'd to labour, endure to be clad like statues, and wear our Cords as insensibly? Since we are yet to seek a way of escape, for no Proposal has been made without an objection; see what I have thought On: The studious Eumolpus, I presume, never goes unfurnisht with ink; Is there a better expedient, than washing our hands, face, and hair With that, to appear like Æthiopian slaves? when without wringing Our limbs, we can't but be merry, to act a cheat, that so nearly Imposes on our enemies?" "And why would you not have us circumcis'd too," interrupted Gito "that we may appear like Jews; and have our ears bor'd, to persuade Them we came from Arabia? and why did not you advise our faces to be Chalk'd as well as ink'd, that we might pass for Frenchmen, as if our Colour would make such a mighty alteration? Has a foreigner but one Mark of distinction? Can you think anybody so ignorant to mistake you For one, by that sign only? Grant our dawb'd faces wou'd keep their Colour: Suppose it wou'd not wash off, nor our cloaths stick to the Ink, how can we imitate their black swollen lips? the short curl of Their hair? the seams on their foreheads? their circular way of Treading? their splay feet? or the mode of their beards? an artificial Colour rather stains than alters the body; but, if you'll be rul'd by A madman, let's cover our heads, and jump into the sea?" "Nor Heaven nor man," cry'd Eumolpus, "cou'd suffer ye make so ill an End; rather pursue this advice: My slave, as you may imagine by his Rasor, is a piece of a barber; let him shave not only your heads, but As a mark of greater punishment, your eye-brows too, and Ill finish Your disguise with an inscription on your foreheads, that you may Appear as slaves branded for some extraordinary villany: Thus the same Letters will at once divert their suspicion, and conceal your Countenance under the mask of punishment." We lik'd the advice, and hasten'd the execution, when stealing to the Side of the vessel, we committed our heads and eye-brows to the Barber: Eumolpus in the meantime fill'd our foreheads with great Letters, and very liberally dispenc'd the known marks of fugitives Through the other parts of our faces; one of the passengers, easing His o're-charg'd stomach o're the side of the ship, by the moon Perceiving the reflection of a barber busie at so unseasonable a time And, cursing the omen that he thought presag'd a shipwreck, ran to his Hammock, upon which we dissembled the same, but indeed had an equal Though different concern; and the noise over, we spent the rest of the Night without resting much The next day Eumolpus, when he found Tryphœna was stirring, went to Visit Lycas; and after he had talk'd with him about the happy voyage He hop'd from the clearness of the heavens, Lycas, turning to Tryphœna, "Methoughts," said he, "about midnight the vision of Priapus appear'd to me, and told me, he had lately brought into my Ship Encolpius that I sought for": Tryphœna was startl'd, "And You'd swear we slept together," reply'd she, "for methoughts the image Of Neptune having struck his trident thrice against the Bajœ, told Me that in Lycas' ship I shou'd meet my Gito." "Hence, proceeds," said Eumolpus, interrupting 'em, "that veneration I Pay the divine Epicurus, who so wittily has discovered such illusions "When in a dream presented to our view Those airy forms appear so like the true; Nor heaven nor hell the fancy'd visions sends But every breast its own delusion lends: For when soft sleep the body wraps in ease And from th' unactive mass our fancy frees Whatever 'tis in which we take delight And think of most by day, we dream at night Thus he, the now sackt city justly fear'd Who all around had death and ruin shar'd From fancy'd darts believes a darkned sky And troops retreating in confusion fly: There the sad funeral pomp of kings; here Conscious plains, half drown'd in blood, appear He that by day has nois'd it at the bar Of knaves and fools now sees the great resort And to meet justice vainly fears in court Misers amidst their heaps are raising new And think they oft their old hid treasure view And huntsmen the imagin'd chace pursue The merchant dreams of wrecks, the ship wou'd save Or now, by sinking it, himself preserve The mistress to her distant lover writes; And, as awake, with flames and darts indites: The good wife dreaming of her stallion's charms Oft seeks the pleasure in her cuckold's arms Dogs on full cry, in sleep, the hare pursue And hapless wretches their old griefs renew." But Lycas, when he had thank'd his stars for their care of him, "That We may not seem," said he, "to condemn the divine powers, what hinders But we search the vessel?" Upon which one Æsius, the passenger that had discover'd us by our Reflection in the water, cry'd out, "these are the men that were Shav'd by moonshine to night. Heaven avert the omen! I thought the Ceremony of cutting the nails and hair, was never perform'd but as a Solemn sacrifice to appease a storm." "Is 't so," says Lycas, in a great heat, "did any in the ship offer to Shave themselves, and at midnight too? Bring 'em quickly hither, that I may know who they are that deserve to die a sacrifice for our Safety." "'Twas I," quoth Eumolpus, "commanded it, not wishing ill to the ship But ease to my self; for they are my slaves, and having long staring Hairs, I order'd the uncomely sight to be taken away; not only that I Might not seem to make a prison of the ship; but that the mark of Their villany might more plainly appear; and to let you know how Richly they deserve the punishment; among other rogueries, they rob'd Me of a considerable sum of money, and spent it with all the luxury of Rich debauches, on a trull that was at both their services, whom I Catcht them with last night. In short, they yet smell of the wine They profusely gave themselves with my money." Lycas, that the offenders might atone for their crime, order'd each of Them forty stripes; we were immediately brought to the place of Execution; where the enrag'd seamen set upon us with ropes-ends, and Try'd to offer our blood a sacrifice for their safety. I bore three Stripes very heroically. Gito, who had not so much passive valour at The first blow, set up such an out-cry that the known sound of his Voice reach'd Tryphœna's ear; who in great disorder attended with Her maids, that were all like her self surpriz'd at the voice, run to The sufferer Gito's admirable beauty had soften'd their rage, and seem'd without Speaking to intreat their favour; when the maids unanimously cry'd Out, "'tis Gito, 'tis Gito; hold your barbarous hands, help madam 'tis Gito!" Tryphœna to their cry inclin'd her ears, that already had Anticipated her belief, and with eager haste flew to the boy Upon which Lycas that knew me very well, as much satisfied as he had Heard my voice, ran to me, and taking my other parts on content, sed Contiguo ad inguina mea luminibus deflexis movit officiosam manum "your servant Encolpius," says he, "'twill be no wonder how Euryclea That nurs'd Ulysses, at his return after twenty years absence, shou'd Know him by a scar on his forehead, when 'tis consider'd, the most Discreet Lycas, not beholden to the marks of any seen part of the Body, so judiciously discover'd me by the most hid:" Tryphœna Having cheated herself into a belief that those marks of slavery we Wore on our foreheads were real, wept; and began in a low voice, to Inquire what prison cou'd stop us in our rambles; or whose cruel hands Cou'd finish such a punishment without reluctancy. "I confess," added She, "they deserve some punishment with whom their masters are so Justly angry." Lycas was in great heat at Tryphœna's tenderness. "And thou Foolish woman," said he, "can you believe, those marks were cut before The ink was laid? We should be too happy were those stains not to be Rub'd off, and had justly been, as they design'd us, the subject of Their laughter, if we had suffer'd our selves to be so grossly impos'd On in a sham inscription." Tryphœna, who was not yet unmindful of our former amours, wou'd Have pity'd us. When Lycas, still resenting the abuse he received in His vitiated wife, and the affronts at the porch of Hercules' temple With greater rage cry'd out, "I thought you had been convinc'd Tryphœna, that Heaven has the care of humane affairs, when it not Only brought our enemies into our power, which they strove to avoid But reveal'd it in a vision to us both; see what you'l get by Pardoning them, whom Heaven it self has brought to punishment, for my Part, I am not naturally so cruel, but am afraid the judgment I shou'd Prevent from justly falling upon others, may light on my own head." This superstitious harangue, turn'd Tryphœna from hindring our Punishment to hasten its execution. When she began afresh as highly To resent the former affronts that was offer'd her, as Lycas did the Repute of his modesty that he had lost in the peoples esteem When Lycas found Tryphœna was with himself eagerly inclin'd to Revenge, he order'd to increase our punishments, which when Eumolpus Perceiv'd, he endeavour'd to mitigate after this manner "I pity the wretches," said he, "that lie at your mercy. Lycas, they Implore your compassion, and choosing me as a man not altogether Unknown to 'em to perform the office, desire to be reconcil'd to them They once held most dear. Can you believe, 'twas by accident they Fell into your hands, when all passengers make it their chief business To enquire to whose care they are to trust themselves? When you are Satisfied of their intentions, can you be so barbarous to continue Your revenge, but suffer free-born men to go uninjur'd where they have Design'd. Even barbarous and implacable masters allay their cruelty When their slaves repent; and all give quarter to the enemy that Surrenders himself. What can you, or will you desire more? You have At your feet repenting supplicants; they're gentlemen, and men of Worth; and what's more prevailing than both, were once caress'd as Your dearest friends. Had they rob'd you of your money, or betray'd Your trust, by Hercules the punishment they've inflicted on themselves Might have satisfied your rage; don't you see the marks of slaves on Their faces; who, though free, to attone their injuries to you Proscrib'd themselves." "To avoid confusion," interrupted Lycas, "give me a reason for all Particulars as I shall ask you; and first, if they came with design to Surrender themselves, why did they cut off their hair? for all Disguises are assum'd rather to deceive than satisfie the injur'd "Next, if they expected to ingratiate them selves by their Embassadour, why have you endeavoured in everything, to conceal them You were to speak for? whence it plainly appears, 'twas by accident The offenders were brought to punishment, and that you have us'd this Artifice to divert our suspicion. Sure you thought to raise our envy By ringing in our ears, that they were gentlemen, and men of worth; But have a care their cause don't suffer by your impudence; what Shou'd the injur'd do when the guilty come to 'em to be punisht? And If they were my friends, they deserve to be more severely treated; for He that wrongs a stranger is call'd a rogue, but he that serves a Friend so, is little less than a parricide." "I am sencible," said Eumolpus, answering this dreadful harangue "that nothing cou'd happen to these unhappy young men more unfortunate Than the cutting their hair off at midnight, which is the only Argument that may perswade you to mistake their voluntary coming here For accidental; but I shall as candidly endeavour to undeceive you, as It was innocently acted: before they imbarkt they had designs to ease Their heads of that, as troublesome as useless weight, but the Unexpected wind that hasten'd us on board, made 'em defer it; nor did They suspect it to be of any moment where 'twas done, being equally Ignorant of the ill omen, and customs of mariners." "What advantage," reply'd Lycas, "cou'd they propose to themselves by The loss of their hair? unless they thought baldness might sooner Raise our compassion: Or can you believe I wou'd be satisfy'd in your Relation? when addressing himself to me, What poyson, said he, thou Villain, has eat your hair off? To what god have your sacrilegious Hands offer'd it?" The fear of punishment struck me speechless; nor cou'd I find any Thing to urge in my defence against so plain an accusation. Then the Confusion I was in, my disfigur'd face, with the equal baldness of my Head and eye-brows, gave a ridiculous air to everything I said or did; But when they wip'd us with a wet spunge, the letters melting into One, spread o'er our faces such a sooty cloud that turn'd Lycas's rage To a perfect loathing. Eumolpus cou'd not endure to see free-born men Against all law and justice so abus'd, and returning their threats With blows, not only was our advocate but champion too. He was Seconded by his man, and two or three sick passengers appear'd our Friends, that serv'd rather to encourage us, than encrease our force Upon which I was so far from begging pardon, that without any respect I held my fists at Tryphœna, and plainly told her she shou'd feel Me, if her lecherous ladiship, who only in the ship deserv'd to be Punisht, was not content to decline her pretentions to Gito The angry Lycas was all rage at my impudence; and very impatient of Revenge when he found, without any concern for my own cause, I stood Up for another's Nor was Tryphœna less disturb'd at my contempt of her; at what time Every one in the vessel choose his side and put himself in a posture Of defence On our side Eumolpus's slave distributed the instruments of his trade And reserv'd a razor to defend his own person; on the other Tryphœna and her attendants advanc'd, armed with nothing but their Nails and tongues; which last supply'd the want of drums in their Army; when the pilot, crying out, threaten'd he wou'd leave the ship To the mercy of the waves if they continued the bustle rais'd about The lust of two or three vagabonds This did not in the least retard the fight; they pressing for revenge We for our lives: in short, many fell half dead on both sides; others Withdrew, as from greater armies, to be drest of their wounds; yet This damps not the rage of either side Then the bold Gito, drawing out that part of him Tryphœna most Admired, clapt a bloody razor to't, and threaten'd to cut away the Cause of all our misfortunes, but Tryphœna did not faintly send to Prevent so cruel an act: I often offer'd at my throat too, but with as Little design to kill my self as Gito to do what he threaten'd: he the More boldly handl'd his because he knew it to be the same blunt razor He had us'd before; which made Tryphœna very apprehensive of his Tragic intentions Upon this, both sides drew up their ranks, when the pilot perceiving How commical a war it was, with much ado was perswaded to let Tryphœna dispatch an herald to capitulate: Articles immediately According to the custom of countries being mutually agreed off on both Sides; Tryphœna snatcht an olive-branch, the ensign of peace, that Stuck to the image of prosperity pictur'd in the ship, and holding it In the midst of us, thus addrest her self "What fury did these sudden broils engage How have their guiltless hands deserv'd your rage? No Paris a stol'n dame to Troy conveys No witch Media here her brother slays: But slighted love must needs resenting be: And midst the waves who is the raging he Now rob'd of arms that can attempt my fate? By whom is simple death so little thought? Let not your murderous rage out storm the seas And dangers of the angry waves increase." When in a great heat Tryphœna had thus said, both armies stood Still a while, and reviving the treaty of peace, put a stop to the War. Our captain Eumolpus prudently us'd the occasion of her Repentance, and having first severely chastiz'd Lycas, sign'd the Articles, which were as follow "Tryphœna, you do from the bottom of your heart, as you are in Perfect mind, promise never to complain of any injury you have Receiv'd from Gito; nor mention, upbraid him with, or study to revenge Directly or indirectly any action of his before this day; and to Prevent your forcing him to an unwilling compliance, be it further Agreed, that you never kiss, coll, or bring him to a closer hug Without the forfeiture of 100 denarii: And for better security, that You always pay your mony, before you have your ware "Item, you Lycas, from the bottom of your heart, as you are in perfect Mind; do promise never to reproach, or insultingly treat Encolpius Either in words, or gestures: But, on the forfeiture of 200 denarii For each time you abuse him, behind his back." Conditions thus agreed on, we laid down our arms: And, least any Grudge might still remain, wipe off the memory of all things past, in Repeated kisses All quarrels expir'd in universal shouts, and a sumptuous banquet that Followed, spread equal mirth through the whole company: The vessel Rung with songs, the ensigns of their joy: and the occasion of a Sudden calm, gave other diversions: Here a little artist bob'd for Fish, that rising, seem'd with haste to meet their ruin: There another Draws the unwilling prey, that he had betray'd on the hook, with an Inviting bait: When looking up, we saw sea-birds sitting on the Sail-yard, about which, one skill'd in that art having plac'd Lime-twigs, made 'em his booty. Their downy feathers, the air whirl'd About: The other, the sea vainly tost too and fro Now Lycas began to be friends with me: and Tryphœna, as a mark of Her love, threw the bottom of her wine upon Gito: At what time Eumolpus, quite drunk, aim'd at rallery on those that were bald and Branded; till having spent his life-less stock, he return'd to his Verses; and designing an elegy on the loss of hair, thus began Nature's chief ornament, the hair is lost Those vernal locks, feel winter's blast: Now the bald temples mown their banish'd shade And bristles shine o' the sun-burnt head The joys, deceitful nature does first pay Our age, it snatches first away Unhappy mortal, that but now The lovely grace of hair, did'st know: Bright as the sun's or Cynthia's beams Now worse than brass, and only seems Like th' mushroom, that in gardens springs From sporting girls, you'll frighted run And that death will the sooner come: Know that part of your head is gone He wou'd have condemn'd us to hear more, and I believe worse than the Former; if an attendant of Tryphœna, had not disturb'd him: who Taking Gito aside, dress'd him up in her mistresses tower; and to Restore him perfectly to his former figure, drawing false eye-brows Out of her patch-box, placed 'em so exactly, Nature might have Mistaken 'em for her own work At the sight of the true Gito, Tryphœna wept for joy: Who, not Before, cou'd hug him with so real a satisfaction I was glad to see his loss so well repair'd: Yet, often hid my head As sensible I appear'd with no common deformity, whom even Lycas Thought not worth speaking to: But 'twas not long e'er the same maid Came to my relief, and calling me aside, dress'd me in a peruke no Less agreeable: for being of golden locks, it rather improv'd my Complexion But, Eumolpus, our advocate, and reconciler, to entertain the company And keep up the mirth, began to be pleasant on the inconstancy of Women: how forward they were to love, how soon they forgot their Sparks: and that no woman was so chast, but her untry'd lust, might be Rais'd to a fury: nor wou'd he bring instances from ancient tragedies Or personages celebrated in antiquity: but entertain us, if we wou'd Please to hear, with a story within the circle of his own memory: upon Which the eyes and ears of all were devoted to him: who thus began "There was at Ephesus a lady, of so celebrated virtue, that the women Of neighbouring nations came to join their admiration with that of her Own country: This lady at the death of her husband not content with Tearing her hair, or beating her breast, those common expressions of Grief; but following him into the vault, where the body plac'd in a Monument, she, after the Græcian custom, watch'd the corps, and Whole nights and days continu'd weeping; the perswasions of parents Nor relations cou'd divert her grief, or make her take anything to Preserve life, the publick officers at last, she guarding the body for 'em, left the vault; and lamented by all for so singular an example of Grief, liv'd thus five days without eating "All left her but a faithful maid, who with tears supply'd her Afflicted lady, and as often as the lamp they had by, began to expire Renew'd the light; by this time she became the talk of the whole town; And all degrees of men confest, she was the only true example of love And chastity "In the meantime there happening a trial of criminals, the condemn'd Were order'd to be crucify'd near the vault in which the lady was Weeping o're the corps of her late husband. The soldier that guarded The bodies lest any might be taken from the cross and bury'd, the Night after observ'd a light in the vault, and hearing the groans of Some afflicted person, prest with a curiosity common to mankind, he Desired to know, who, or what it was? Upon which he enter'd the Vault, and seeing a very beautiful woman, amaz'd at first, he fancy'd 'twas a spirit, but viewing the dead body, and considering her tears And torn face, he soon guest, as it was, that the lady cou'd not bear The loss of her husband: he brings his supper with him into the vault And began to perswade the mournful lady not to continue her Unnecessary grief, nor with vain complaints consume her health: That Death was common to all men; and many other things he told her, that Use to restore afflicted persons to that calmness they before enjoy'd: But she mov'd anew at the comfort a stranger offer'd, redoubl'd her Grief, and tearing her hair, cast it on the body that lay before her "The souldier however did not withdraw, but with the like invitations Offer'd her somewhat to eat, till her maid o'recome, I presume, by the Pleasing scent of the wine, no longer cou'd resist the soldier's Courtesie. When refresht with the entertainment she began to join her Perswasions to win her lady; 'and what advantage,' began she, 'wou'd You reap in starving your self? in burying your self alive? What Wou'd it signifie to anticipate your fate?' "'D'ye think departed souls will value it?' "'Will you, madam, in spite of Fate, revive your husband? Or will you Shake off these vain complaints, the marks of our sex's weakness, and Enjoy the world while you may? The very body that lyes there might Make you envy life. We don't unwillingly obey when we're commanded to Eat or live.' The lady now dry with so long fasting, suffer'd her self To be o'recome; nor was she less pleas'd with her entertainment, than Her maid, that first surrendered. You know with what thoughts Encouraging meats inspire young persons. With the same charms our Souldier had won her to be in love with life, he addrest himself as a Lover; nor did his person appear less agreeable to the chaste lady Than his conversation; and the maid, to raise her opinion of him, thus Apply'd her self: "And arm'd with pleasing love dare you ingage E're you consider in whose tents you are?" "To make short; nor even in this cou'd the lady deny him any thing: Thus our victorious souldier succeeded in both; she receiv'd his Imbraces; not only that night they struck up the bargain, but the next And third day: Having shut the door of the vault, that if any of her Acquaintances or strangers had come out of curiosity to see her, they Might have believ'd the most chaste of all women, had expir'd on the Body of her husband. Our souldier was so taken with his beautiful Mistress, and the privacy of injoying her, that the little money he Was master of, he laid out for her entertainment, and, as soon as 'twas night, convey'd it into the vault "In the mean time the relations of one of the malefactors, finding the Body unguarded, drew it from the cross and bury'd it. The souldier Thus rob'd while he was in the vault, the next day, when he perceiv'd One of the bodies gone, dreading the punishment, he told the lady what Had happened; and, added that with his sword he wou'd prevent the Judges sentence; if so be she wou'd please to give him burial, and Make that place at once the fatal monument of a lover and a husband "'The lady, not less merciful than chast; 'Nor wou'd Heaven allow,' Said she, 'that I shou'd at once feel the loss of the only two in the World I hold most dear; I'd rather hang up the dead body of the one Than be the wicked instrument of the other's death.' Upon which she Order'd her husband's body to be taken out of the coffin, and fixt to The cross, in the room of that which was wanting: Our souldier pursued The directions of the discreet lady, and the next day the people Wonder'd for what reason that body was hung on the cross." The seamen were pleas'd with the story. Tryphœna not a little Asham'd, lovingly apply'd her cheek to Gito's, and hid her blushes: But Lycas wore an air of displeasure, and knitting his brows, said he "if the governour had been a just man, he ought to have restor'd the Husband's body to his monument, and hung the woman on the cross." I Don't doubt it made him reflect on his own wife, and the whole scene Of our lust when we rob'd his vessel. But the articles he agreed to Oblig'd him not to complain; and the mirth that ingag'd us gave him no Opportunity to vent his rage Tryphœna entertain'd her self in Gito's arms, pressing oft his neck With eager kisses, and oft disposing his new ornament, to make it Appear more agreeable to his face At this I was not a little out of humour, and impatient of our new League, cou'd neither eat nor drink any thing: but with side-looks Wisht a thousand curses on them both; every kiss and every look she Gave him, wounded me. Nor did I yet know whether I had more reason to Repent the loss of my mistress, or my comrade; he having rob'd me of Her; and she deluded him from my arms: Both were worse than death to Me. And to compleat my misery, neither Tryphœna spoke to me as her Acquaintance, and once grateful lover; nor did Gito think me worth Drinking to; or what's the least he cou'd, common discourse with him: I believe he was tender of the new return of her favours, and afraid To give her another occasion to fall out with him: Grief forc'd a Flood of tears from my eyes, and I stifl'd my complaints, till I was Ready to expire When Lycas perceiv'd how well, tho' in this trouble my yellow ornament Became me, he was inflam'd afresh; and viewing me with lovers eyes Addressed himself as such, when laying aside the haughty brow of a Master, he put on the tender complacency of a friend: but his Endeavours were fruitless. At last meeting with an intire repulse His love turning to a fury, he endeavour'd to ravish the favours he Could not win by intreaty; at what time Tryphœna unexpectedly came In, and observing his wantonness; in the greatest confusion he hid his Head, and ran from her Upon which the more lustful Tryphœna askt, and made me tell her What those wanton caresses meant; she was inspired with new heat at The relation; and mindful of our old amours, offer'd to revive our Former commerce; but worn off my legs with those employments, I gave Her invitations but an ill return; yet she with all the desires of a Woman transported by her passion, threw her arms about me, and so Closely lockt me in her imbraces, I was forc'd to cry out; one of her Maids came in at the noise, and easily believing I wou'd force from Her the favours I had deny'd her mistress, rusht between, and loos'd The bands: Tryphœna meeting with such a repulse, and even raging With desire, took it more grievous at my hands, and with threats at Her going off, flew to Lycas; not only to raise his resentments Against me, but to join with him in pursuit of revenge By the way observe, I had formerly been well receiv'd by this Attendant of Tryphœna, when I maintain'd a commerce with her Mistress, upon that score she resented my converse with Tryphœna And deeply sighing, made me eager to know the occasion; when she Stepping back, thus began, "If you had any sparks of the gentleman in You, you'd value her no more than a common prostitute; if you were a Man you wou'd not descend to such a jakes." These thoughts not a Little disturb'd her; but I was asham'd of nothing more, than that Eumolpus, suspecting the occasion, shou'd in his next verses make our Suppos'd quarrel the subject of his drollery; and lest my care to Avoid it shou'd prove no means of discovering it When I was contriving how to prevent his suspicion, Eumolpus himself Came in, already acquainted with what was done; for Tryphœna had Communicated her grief to Gito, and endeavour'd at his cost to Compensate the injury I had offer'd her. Upon which Eumolpus was on Fire, and the more, because her wantonness was an open breach of the Articles she had sign'd When the old doctor saw me, pitying my misfortune, he desir'd to know The whole scene from my self; I freely told him of the gamesomeness of The lewd Lycas, and Tryphœna's lustful assault, that he was already Well inform'd of; upon which, in a solemn oath, he swore to vindicate Our cause, and that Heaven was too just to suffer so many crimes to go Unpunisht While we were thus ingag'd a storm arose; now thick clouds, and th' Inrag'd flood eclypst the day, the seamen fly to their posts as fast As fear cou'd make 'em; and, pulling down the sails, leave the vessel To the mercy of the tempest; for the uncertain winds made them Hopeless of any direct course; nor did the pilot know which way to Steer; sometimes the unguided ship was forc'd on the coast of Sicily Often by contrary winds 'twas tost near Italy; and what was more Dangerous than all, on a sudden the gathering clouds spread such Horrid darkness all around, that the pilot cou'd not see over the Fore-castle; upon which all despair'd of safety; when Lycas threw Himself before me, and lifting up his trembling hands, "I beseech you Encolpius," began he, "assist the distress'd, that is restore the Sacred vest and timbrel you took from the image of the goddess Isis; Be merciful as you are won't.'' At what time a whirlwind snatcht him Up, and threw him howling midst the flood, and soon a spiteful wave Just shew'd him us, and drew him back again Tryphœna, hastily taken up by her faithful attendants, and plac'd With her chief goods in the skiff, avoided a most certain death I, lockt in Gito's arms, not without tears, cry'd out, "And this we Have merited of Heaven, that only death should joyn us; but even now I Fear fortune will be against it; for see the waves threaten to O'erturn the vessel; and now the tempest comes to burst the lov'd Bands that unite us; therefore if you really love Encolpius, let's Kiss while we may, and snatch this last joy even in spite of our Approaching fate." When I had thus said, Gito threw off his mantle, and getting under Mine, thrust his head out at top to reach my lips; but that the most Malicious wave might not ravish us asunder, he girt himself to me with The thong that bound his wallet; and "'tis some comfort," said he, "to Think that by this the sea will bear us longer e're it can divorce us From each other's arms. Or, if in compassion it shou'd throw us on The same shore, either the next that passes by wou'd give us a Monument of stone, that by the common laws of humanity he wou'd cast Upon us; or at least the angry waves, that seem to conspire our Separation, wou'd unwittingly bury us in one grave, with the sand Their rage wou'd vomit up." I was satisfy'd with my chain, and, as on My death-bed, did now contentedly expect the coming hour In the mean time the tempest, acting the decrees of Fate, had rent all The rigging from the vessel; no mast, no rudder left, not a rope or Plank, but an awkward shapeless body of a ship tost up and down the Flood The fisher-men that inhabited the sea-side, expecting a booty, in all Haste put out with their boats; but when they saw those in the vessel That cou'd defend their own; they chang'd their design of pillaging to Succouring After a salute on both sides, unwonted murmurs, lilre that of some Beast, labouring to get out, proceeded from beneath the master's Cabin; upon which, following the sound, we found Eumolpus sitting Alone, and in his hand a large scroll of paper that he was filling Even to the margent, with verses; we all were amaz'd to see a man Amuse himself with poetry, at a time when he had reason to think each Minute wou'd be his last, and having drawn him, malcing a great noise From his hole, we endeavour'd to recover him from his frenzy; but he Was in such a heat to be disturb'd, that "'Sdeath," said he, "let me Make an end of this couplet, it finishes the poem;" on which I took Hold of the mad man, and order'd the still murmuring poet to be hall'd On shore When with some trouble we had got him on shore, we very pensively Enter'd one of the fishermen's huts, and howe're we feasted on our Meats the sea had corrupted, we had no comfortable night of 't The next day, as we were proposing how to bestow our selves, we Discover'd an human body floating on a little wave that made to shore: I stood still concern'd, and began with more diligence to see, if what Was presented to our view was real When, finding it to be a man's: and "who knows," I cry'd out, "but This wretch's wife, in some part of the world, secure at home, may Expect his coming; or perhaps a son, ignorant of the fatal storm, may Wait the wisht arrival of his father; who with so many kisses seal'd His unwilling parting: These are our great designs! vain mortals swell With promising hopes, yet there's the issue of them all! see the Mighty nothing how it's tost!" When I had thus bemoan'd the wretch, as one unknown, the sea cast him On land with his face, not much disfigur'd, toward Heaven; upon which I made up to it, and easily knew that the but now terrible and Implacable Lycas was lying at my feet I could not restrain my tears; but, beating my breast, "Now where's," Said I, "your rage? where your unruly passions? now you're expos'd a Prey to fish and beasts; and the poor shipwrackt wretch, with all his Boasted power, now has not one plank of the great ship he proudly Call'd his own. After this, let mortals flatter themselves with Golden dreams, let the weary miser heap up ill-got wealth for many Years; 'twas but yesterday this lifeless thing was priding in its Riches, and had fixt the very day he thought to return. How short Alas! eyes the poor wretch of his design! but 'tis not the sea only we Should fear: one the wars deceive; another by some accidental ruin Even at the altar, meets a grave; third by a fall in running Anticipates his arrival to the goal; eating oft kills the greedy; and Abstinence the temperate. If we rightly consider it in this sea of Life we may be shipwrackt every where; but we vainly lament the want Of burial to a wretch that's drowned; as if it concern'd the perishing Carcass, whether flames, worms, or fishes were its cannibals Whatever way you are consum'd, the end of all 's the same. But fish They object, will tear their bodies; as if their teeth were less Gentle than the flames; a punishment that we believe is the highest we Can inflict on slaves that have provok'd us; therefore what madness is 't to trouble our lives with the cares of our burial after we're dead; When the best of us may meet the fate he vainly strives with so much Diligence to avoid?" After these reflections, we perform'd the last office for the dead And tho' his enemies, honour'd him with a funeral pile; but while Eumolpus was making an epitaph, his eyes roam'd here and there, to Find an image that might raise his fancy When we had willingly acquitted our selves of this piece of humanity To Lycas, we pursu'd our design'd journey, and all in a sweat soon Reacht the head of a neighbouring hill, from whence we discovered a Town seated on the top of a high mountain; we did not know it, till a Shepherd inform'd us 'twas Crotona; the most ancient and once most Flourishing city of Italy; when we enquir'd of him what sort of people Inhabited this renown'd place, and what kind of commerce they chiefly Maintain'd, since they were impoverish'd by so many wars? "Gentlemen," said he, "if you have designs of trading, you must go Another way; but if you're of the admir'd sort of men, that have the Thriving qualifications of lying and cheating, you're in the direct Path to business; for in this city no learning flourisheth, eloquence Has not a room here; temperance, good manners, nor any virtue can meet A reward; assure your selves of finding but two sorts of men, and they Are the cheated, and those that cheat. A father takes no care of his Children, because the having of heirs is such a mark of infamy, that He who is known in that circumstance, dares not appear at any publick Game or show, is deny'd all publick priviledges, and only herds among Those that all men piss upon. But single men, who have no tyes of Nature that oblige the disposal of their wealth, are caress'd by all And have the greatest honours confer'd on 'em; they are the only Valorous, the only brave; nay, and only innocent too. You're going to A city," added he, "like a field in a plague-time, where you can Observe nothing but one man devouring another, as crows dead Carcasses." The prudent Eumolpus, as a thing so surprizingly new, began to be Thoughtful, and confest that way to riches did not displease him. I Believ'd it the effect of a poetick gaiety, that had not left his Years. When, "I wish," continued he, "I cou'd maintain a greater Figure, as well in habit as attendants, 'twou'd give a better colour To my pretences: By Hercules, I'd throw by the wallet, and soon Advance all our fortunes." Promising therefore to supply his wants, "we have with us," said I "the sacred vest of Isis, and all the booty we made at Lycurgus's Village; and you have given me such hopes, Eumolpus," added I, "that Were the goddess her self in my power, I'd pawn her for money to carry On the design." Upon which, said Eumolpus, "why delay we the bringing of our hands in Use? and if you like the proposal let me be called your master." None e're condemned a project that was no charge to him; therefore to Be true to his interests, we engag'd in an oath before we wou'd Discover the cheat to suffer ten thousand racks; and thus like Free-born gladiators selling our liberty, we religiously devoted both Soul and body to our new master After the solemn ceremonies of our oath were ended; like slaves, at a Distance, we salute the master of our own making. When beginning to Exercise his authority, he commanded us to report that our ancient Lord (meaning him) griev'd at the loss of a son, who was a great Orator and comfort to his age, was unhappily forc'd to quit the place Of his abode, lest the daily salutes of those that expected preferment Under him, or visits of his companions, might be the continual Occasions of tears; and the late shipwrack had added to his grief Having lost to the value of twenty thousand crowns; tho' he was not so Much concern'd at the loss of his money, as of his large retinue; That, he fear'd, would make them not proportion their thoughts to his Greatness; and to add, that our lord had mortgages on half the estates In Africa, and mighty sums at use on personal security; and cou'd Raise of his own gladiators, disperst about Numidia, a force able to Plunder Carthage After this, that his actions might agree with his condition, 'twas Concluded necessary to wear an air of discontent; that he should with A stately stiffness, like quality, often cough, and spit about the Room; that his words might come the more faintly from him; that in the Eye of the world he shou'd refuse to eat or drink; ever talking of Riches, and sometimes, to confirm their belief, shou'd break into These words; Strange that such or such a seat shou'd disappoint my Expectation, that us'd to be blest with so large an increase! And That nothing might be wanting to compleat the humour, as often as he Had occasion to call any of us, he shou'd use one name for another; That it might easily appear how mindful the lord was even of those Servants he had left in Africk Matters thus order'd, having, as all that wou'd thrive in the world Implor'd the assistance of Heaven, we began our march, but both Gito Did not like his new slavery, and Eumolpus's hir'd servant, bearing Most of our baggage, in a little time beginning to be uneasie in his Service, wou'd often rest his burden; and with ten thousand wry looks And as many curses for our going so fast, at last swore he would Either leave his charge, or go quite away with 't. "'Sdeath," said He, "d'ye think I'm a pack-horse, or a dray, that you load me thus? I Was hir'd for a man, not a horse; nor am I less a gentleman by birth Than any of you all; tho' my father left me in a mean condition." Nor Content with reproaches, but getting before us, he lift up one leg And, venturing his choler at the wrong end, filled our nostrils with a Beastly scent Gito mockt his humour, and for every crack he gave, return'd the like That one ill-scent might stifle another But, even here, Eumolpus returning to his old humour: "Young men," Began he, "this poetry deceives many; for not only every one that is Able to give a verse its numbers, and spin out his feble sence in a Long train of words, has the vanity to think himself inspir'd; but Pleaders at the bar, when they wou'd give themselves a loose from Business, apply themselves to poetry, as an entertainment without Trouble; believing it easier to compile a poem than maintain a Controversie, adorn'd with a few florid sentences. But neither will a Generous spirit affect the empty sound of words; nor can a mind Unless enricht with learning, be deliver'd of a birth of poetry; there Must be the purity of language, no porterly expression, or meanness As I may call it, of words is to be admitted; but a stile perfectly Above the common, and with Horace,-- "'Scorn the unletter'd herd And drive 'em from you.' "Besides, you must be strictly diligent, that your expressions appear Of a piece with the body of the discourse, and your colours so laid That each may contribute to the beauty of the whole. Greece has given Us a Homer and the Lyricks for example; Rome a Virgil and an Horace; The purity of whose language is so happily correct, others either Never saw the path that leads to poetry, or seeing, were afraid to Tread it. To describe the civil wars of Rome would be a master-piece The unletter'd head that offers at it, will sink beneath the weight of So great a work; for to relate past actions, is not so much the Business of a poet, as an historian; the boundless genius of a poet Strikes through all mazes, introduces gods, and puts the invention on The rack for poetick ornaments; that it may rather seem a prophetick Fury, than a strict relation, with witnesses of meer truth. As for Example, this rapture, tho' I have not given it the last hand "Now Rome reign'd Empress o're the vanquished ball As far as earth and seas, obey'd by all: Uneasie yet, with more desires she's curst And boundless, as her empire, is her thirst In burden'd vessels now they travelled o're The furrow'd deep to seas unknown before: And any hidden part of land or sea That gold afforded, was an enemy Thus fate the seeds of civil fury rais'd When great in wealth no common pleasure pleas'd Delights more out of fashion by the town: Th' souldiers scarlet now from Spain must come; The purple of the sea contemn'd is grown India with silks, Africk with precious stone Arabia with its spices hither come And with their ruin raise the pride of Rome But other spoils, destructive to her peace Rome's ruin bode, and future ills encrease: Through Libyan desarts are wild monsters chas'd And the remotest parts of Africk trac'd: Where the unwieldy elephant that's ta'en For fatal value of his tooth is slain Uncommon tygers are imported here And triumphant in the theatre; Where, while devouring jaws on men they try The people clap to see their fellows die But oh! who can without a blush relate The horrid scene of their approaching fate? When Persian customs, fashionable grown Made nature start, and her best work disown Male infants are divorc'd from all that can By timely progress ripen into man Thus circling nature dampt, a while restrain Her hasty course, and a pause remains; Till working a return t'her wonted post She seeks her self, and to her self is lost The herd of fops the frantick humour take Each keeps a capon, loves its mincing gate Its flowing hair, and striving all it can In changing mode and dress, t' appear a man Behold the wilder luxury of Rome From Africk furniture, slaves, tables come And purple carpets made in Africk loom Thus their estates run out, while all around The sot-companions in their wine are drown'd; The souldier loads, neglected is his sword With all his spoils the dearly noble board: Rome's appetite grows witty, and what's caught In Sicily, to their boards are living brought: But stomachs gorg'd, (a dearer luxury) Must with expensive sauce new hunger buy The Phasian banks, the birds all eaten, gone With their forsaken trees in silence moan And have no musick but the winds alone In Mars's Field no less a frenzie reigns Where brib'd assemblies make a prey of gains Their servile votes obey the chink of gold A people and a senate to be sold! The senate's self, which should our rights maintain From their free spirits, stoop to sordid gain The power of right by gold corrupted dies And trampled majesty beneath it lies: Cato's pretence the giddy rout neglect Yet did not him, but him they rais'd deject: Who, tho' he won, with conscious blushes stands Asham'd o' th' Power he took from worthier hands O manners, ruin, and the people's shame! He suffer'd not alone, the Roman name Virtue and honour to their period came Thus wretched Rome does her own ruin share At once the merchant, and at once the ware All lands are mortgag'd, and all persons bound And in the use the principal is drown'd Thus debt's a feaver, and like that disease Bred in our bowels, by unfelt degrees Will through our thirsty vitals ev'ry member seize Wild tumults now to arms for succour call (For what may dare and never fear a fall.) Wasted by riot, wealth's a putrid sore That only wounds can its lost strength restore What rules of reason, or soft gentle ways Rome from this lethargy of vice can raise? Where such mild arts can no impression make War, tumult, noise and fury must awake Fortune one age with three great chiefs supply'd Who different ways, by the sword that rais'd 'em dy'd; Crassus's blood, Asia; Africk, Pompey's shed; In thankless Rome, the murder'd Cæsar bled Thus as one soil alone too narrow were Their glorious dust, and great remains to bear O're all the earth their scatter'd ruin lyes; Such honours to the mighty dead arise 'Twixt Naples and Puteoli there is Deep in the gaping earth, a dark abys Where runs the raging black Cocytus stream That from its waters sends a sulphurous stream Which spreads its fury round the blasted green O're all the fatal compass of its breath No verdant autumn crowns the fruitful earth; No blooming woods with vernal songs resound Nothing but black confusion all around There lonely rocks in dismal quiet mourn Which aged cypress dreadfully adorn Here Pluto rais'd his head, and through a cloud Of fire and smoke, in this prophetick mood To giddy fortune spoke,-- All ruling Power You love all change, and quit it soon for more; You never like what too securely stands; Does Rome not tire your faint supporting hands? How can you longer bear the sinking frame The Roman youth now hate the Roman name See all around luxuriant trophies lye And their encreasing wealth new ills supply Golden aspiring piles here heav'n invade There on the sea encroaching bounds are made Where fields contriving as from waters sprung Inverted nature's injur'd laws they wrong So deep the caverns in the earth some make They threat my empire, and my regions shake; While to low quarries others sink for stone; And hollow rocks beneath their fury groan Proud with the hopes to see another day M'infernal subjects 'gin to disobey: Fortune be kind, still I'le their fure dare Turn all your smiles, and stir up Rome to war And a new colony of souls prepare Our sooty lips no blood have taste With thirst Tisiphone's dry throat does wast Since Sylla's sword let out the purple flood And guilty earth grew fruitful from the blood The black grim god did thus to Fortune say Reaching her hand, the yielding earth gave way The fickle goddess, thus returning, said Father, by all beneath this earth obey'd If dangerous truths may be with safety told My thoughts with yours a just proportion hold: No less a rage this willing breast inspires Nor am I prest with less inflam'd desires; I hate the blessings that to Rome I lent And of my bounty, now abus'd, repent: Thus the proud height of Rome's aspiring wall By the same dreadful god 'twas rais'd, shall fall Their blood I'll offer as a sacrifice T' appease the ghost of their departed vice I already see Pharsalian armies slain The funeral piles of Thessaly and Spain: Egypt and Libya's groans methinks I hear The dismal sound of arms now strikes my ear An Actian sea-fight, and retreating fear Make wide the entrance of your thirsty soil New spirits must i' th' mighty harvest toil; Charon's too narrow boat can ne're convey Scarce a whole fleet will waft the souls away; Pale furies be with the vast ruin crown'd And fill'd with blood, remangle every wound The universal fabrick of the world Rent and divided, to your empire's hurl'd She scarce had spoke; e'er from a cloud there flyes A blasting flame, that bursting shook the skyes; At Jove's avenging thunder, to his hell From the clos'd earth, affrighted Pluto fell When soon the angry gods their omens show That bode destruction and approaching woe: Astonishment surpriz'd the darkned sun As if the war already were begun; Approaching ills the conscious Cynthia knew And blushing, from impiety withdrew With hideous noise the falling mountains cleave; And streams repulst their usual courses leave Ingaging armies in the clouds appear And trumpets raising Mars himself to war Now Ætna's flames with an usual roar Vomit huge bolts of thunder in the air Amidst the tombs and bones without their urns Portending spirits send up dismal groans: A comet's seen with stars unknown before And Jove descending in a bloody show'r: The god these wonders did in short unfold Cæsar their ills no longer shou'd with-hold Impatient of revenge, quit Gallick jars And draw his conquering sword for civil wars In cloudy Alps, where the divided rock To cunning Grecians did its nerves unlock Altars devoted to Alcides smoke The temple with eternal ice is crown'd Whose milky top so far in clouds is drown'd; You'd think its shoulders in the heavens bound Not the warm rays of a meridian sun Or the hot southern winds can melt it down So fixt with ice and snows it did appear That its aspiring top the globe might bear Here conquering Cæsar leads his joyful bands And on the proudest cliff consid'ring stands The distant plains of Italy surveys And, hands and voice to heaven directed, says Almighty Jove and you, Saturnia, found Safe by my arms, oft with my triumph's crown'd Witness these arms unwillingly I wear Unwillingly I come to wage this war Compell'd by injuries too great to bear Banisht my country, while I make the flood That laves the Rhine, run purple all with blood While the Gauls, ripe our Rome to re-invade I force to skulk behind their Alps afraid: By conquering my banishment's secur'd Are sixty triumphs not to be endur'd? A German conquest reckon'd such a fault? By whom is glory such a monster thought? Or who the vile supporters of this war? A foreign spawn, a mobb in arms appear At once Rome's scandal, and at once her care No slavish soul shall bind this arm with chains And unreveng'd triumph it o're the plains Bold with success still to new conquests lead Come, my companions, thus my cause I'le plead The sword shall plead our cause, for to us all Does equal guilt, and equal danger, call: Oblig'd by you I conquer'd, not alone Since to be punisht is the victor's crown Fortune invokt begin the offer'd war My cause is pleaded when you bravely dare With such an army, who success can fear Thus Cæsar spoke: from the propitious sky Descending eagles, boding victory Drive the slow winds before 'em as they fly From the left side of a dark wood proceed Unwonted crys, which dying, flames succeed The sun-beams with unusual brightness rise And spread new glories round the gilded skies New fir'd with omens of the promis'd day Cæsar o're untrod mountain leads the way; Where th' frozen earth o're-clad with ice and snows At first not yielding to their horses blows A dreadful quiet in dull stiffness shows But when their trembling hoofs had burst the chain And soften'd milky clouds of hardned rain; So quick the melted snows to rivers run That soon a deluge from the mountains sprung But thus you'd think 'twere done by fates decrees For the flood stopt, and billows rising freeze And yielding waves but now are rocks of ice The slippery passage now their feet betray When soon in miserable heaps o' th' way Men, horse, arms, in wild confusion lay Now pregnant clouds, with whirling blasts are torn And, bursting, are deliver'd of a storm: Large stones of hail the troubl'd heavens shoot That by tempestuous winds are whirl'd about; So thick it pours, whole clouds of snow and hail Like frozen billows, on their armour fall: The earth lay vanquished under mighty snow An icy damp the vanquisht heavens know And vanquisht waters now no longer flow Thus all but Cæsar yield; on his huge lance The hero leaning, did secure advance Alcmena's son did less securely rush From the proud height of rising Caucasus; Or Jove himself, when down the steep he prest Those sons of earth, that durst his heaven molest While raging Cæsar scales th' aspiring height Big with the news, fame takes before her flight; And from Mount Palatine approaching ills To frighted Rome, thus dreadfully she tells: A numerous fleet is riding o'er the main The melted Alps are hid with Cæsar's train That reeking from a German conquest come And with a like destruction threaten Rome Now arms, blood, death, and dismal scenes of war Are to their eyes presented by their fear; With dreadful thoughts of coming war possest A wilder tumult raigns in every breast This flys by land, and that the sea prefers And thinks his native soil less safe appears The souldier trusts the fortune of the wars Prest by their fate, thus as they fear they run 'Midst these disorders, through th' abandon'd town: A moving sight, wild tumults here and there Follow the blind impulses of their fear Vanquisht by rumour all, prepar'd for flight Their much lamented habitations quit: Trembling, this takes his children in his arms And that protects his guardian gods from harm Scar'd from their homes, unwillingly they go And in their wishes stab the absent foe Some bear their wives, amidst ten thousand fears In sad imbrace; and some their aged sires: The tender youth, unus'd to burdens, bear Only that with 'em for which most they fear: Some less discreet, strive to bear all away And only for the foe prepare the prey So in a storm when no sea-arts avail To guide the ship with any certain sail; Some bind the shatter'd mast, with thoughts secure Others are swimming t'ward the peaceful shore; While with full sails kind fortune these implore But why do we of such small fears complain With both the consuls greater Pompey ran That Asia aw'd, in dire Hydaspes grown The only rock, its pyrates split upon; Whose third triumph o're earth made Jove afraid Proud with success he'd next his Heaven invade: To whom the ocean yielding honours gave And rougher Bosphorus humbly still'd his wave Yet he, of empires and of men the shame Quitting the honour of a ruler's name Meanly at once abandon'd Rome and fame Now this to Heaven it self does fears impart And the mild train of quiet gods depart; Frighted with wars they quit the impious world And leave mankind in wild confusion hurl'd Fair Peace, as leader of the goodly train Beating her snowy arms, did first complain; A wreath of olives bound her drooping head And to Hell's dark insatiate realms she fled Justice and Faith on her attending went And mournful Concord, with her garment rent On th' other side from Hell's wide gaping jaws A train of dire inhabitants arose: Dreadful errings, fierce Bellona there Fraud, and Megera arm'd with brands of fire And th' gastly image of pale death appear: Disorder'd Rage from all her fetters freed Proudly 'midst these lifts her distracted head And her hackt face with bloody helmet hid On her left arm a target old and worn Pierc'd with innumerable darts was born And brands of fire supported in her right The impious world with flames and ruin threat The gods descending, leave their still abode And the stars wondring miss their usual load; For all the inhabitants of Heaven come Choosing their sides, with factious fury down For Cæsar first Dione does appear Pallas and Mars with his huge brandisht spear; Phœbe and Phœbus too for Cæsar came And with Cyllenius, to fill the train Alcides went, in all his acts the same The trumpets sound, when from the Stygian shade Wild Discord raises her disorder'd head; From whose swoln eyes there ran a briny flood And blood congeal'd otre all her visage stood; Her hideous rows of brazen teeth were furr'd A filthy gore there issu'd from her tongue With snaky locks her guarded head was hung; Rent and divided did her garb betray The image of the breast on which it lay; And brandisht flames her trembling hand obey Thus from Hell's deeps she past with dire design Up to the top of noble Appennine From whose proud height she all the world descri'd Earth, seas, and armies march on every side And bursting out at length, with fury cry'd Let murderous rage the world to arms inspire That every nation may appear a fire: No age or sex shall from the war be free No subtle fear be a security The earth it self shall tremble, and the shock Make mountains cleft against each other knock Marcellus guide the laws, Curior the crowd Let Lentulus inspire the warlike god But why is't Cæsar such slow measures takes? Not scale the walls? Nor force th' aspiring gates Nor to the town, nor to the treasure makes? At Rome, if Pompey fears th' approaching foe Let him to fatal Epidamnum go: Fill all its plains with blood. Thus Discord said And impious earth her black decrees obey'd." When Eumolpus, with his usual freedom, had deliver'd himself of this We arrived at Crotona, where having refresht our selves in a little Inn, we took up at the next day, designing an enlargement of our house And fortune, we fell into the company of some parasitical Corbacchio's Who immediately enquir'd what we were and whence we came? When According to our contrivance, prudently advancing our characters, we Told the credulous parasites whence we came, and who we were. Upon Which, immediately all their fortunes were at Eumolpus's feet, and Each, to ingratiate himself into his favour, strove to exceed the rest In presenting him While this flood of fortune was for a long time flowing on us Eumolpus, 'midst his happiness, having lost the memory of his former Condition, so boasted his interest, that he affirm'd none in Crotona Cou'd resist his desires; and that what e're crime any of us shou'd Act, he had friends enough to wipe off the guilt But, tho' our daily increasing riches, left my pamper'd body no desire Unsatisfy'd; and tho' I flatter'd my self into an opinion that ill Fortune had taken her last leave of me, yet not only the thoughts of My present condition, but the means of getting to 't, wou'd oft break In upon my joys, and bitter all the sweet. "And what," said I to Myself, "if some one, wiser than the rest, shou'd dispatch a messenger For Africk; shou'd not we soon be discover'd? What if the slave Eumolpus, pickt up, glutted with his present happiness, shou'd betray Us to his companions, and maliciously discover the whole cheat? We Should then be put upon the strole again, and be oblig'd with shame to Renew our former beggary. Heavens, how ill it fares with wicked Lives! they ever expect the punishment they deserve." Going out full of these thoughts to divert my concern, I resolv'd on a Walk, but I had scarce got into a publick one, e're a pretty girl made Up to me, and calling me Polyæmus, told me her lady wou'd be proud Of an opportunity to speak with me "You're mistaken, sweet-heart," return'd I, in a little heat, "I'm but A servant, of another country too, and not worthy of so great a Favour." "No, sir," said she, "I have commands to you; but because you know What you can do, you're proud; and if a lady wou'd receive a favour From you, I see she must buy it: For to what end are all those Allurements, forsooth? the curl'd hair, the complexion advanc'd by a Wash, and the wanton roll of your eyes, the study'd air of your gate? Unless by shewing your parts, to invite a purchaser? For my part I am Neither a witch, nor a conjurer, yet can guess at a man by his Physiognomy. And when I find a spark walking, I know his Contemplation. To be short, sir, if so be you are one of them that Sell their ware, I'll procure you a merchant; but if you're a Courteous lender, confer the benefit. As for your being a servant And below, as you say, such a favour, it increases the flames of her That's dying for you. 'Tis the wild extravagance of some women to be In love with filth, nor can be rais'd to an appetite but by the Charms, forsooth of some slave or lacquy; some can be pleased with Nothing but the strutting of a prize-fighter with a hackt-face, and a Red ribbon in his shirt: Or an actor betray'd to prostitute himself on Th' stage, by the vanity of showing his pretty shapes there; of this Sort is my lady; who indeed," added she, "prefers the paultry lover of The upper gallery, with his dirty face, and oaken staff, to all the Fine gentlemen of the boxes, with their patches, gunpowder-spots, and Tooth-pickers." When pleas'd with the humour of her talk, "I beseech You, child," said I, "are you the she that's so in love with my Person?" Upon which the maid fell into a fit of laughing. "I wou'd Not," return'd she, "have you so extreamly flatter your self. I never Yet truckl'd to a waiter, nor will Venus allow I shou'd imbrace a Gibbet. You must address your self to ladies that kiss the ensigns of Slavery; be assur'd that I, though a servant, have too fine a taste to Converse with any below a knight." I was amaz'd at the relation of Such unequal passions, and thought it miraculous to find a servant With the scornful pride of a lady, and a lady with the humility of a Servant Our pleasant discourse continuing, I desir'd her to bring her lady: She readily consented, and taking hold of her petticoats, tript it Into a lawrel labyrinth, that border'd on the walk; 'twas not long E're she usher'd her lady to me; a beauty excelling even the flattery Of painters; words can't express so perfect a creature; whatever I Shou'd say of her wou'd fall short of what she was. Her hair spread All o're her shoulders, and seem'd in easie curls to wanton in the Air. Her forehead oval, and that naturally inclin'd the hair to its Advantage. The proportion of her eye-brows was most correct. Her Eyes eclypst the glory of the brightest star. Her nose had an easie Turn, and mouth was such Pragiteless believ'd Venus had. Then her Chin, her neck, her arms, and feet, gently girt with embroider'd Sandals, to whose whiteness the Parian marble wou'd serve but as a Foil. 'Twas then I began to despise my old mistress Doris. And thus Broke out: "Sure amorous Jove's a holy tale above; With fancy'd arts that wait upon his love When we are blest with such a charm as this And he no rival of our happiness: How well the bull wou'd now the god become: Or his grey-hairs to be transform'd to down? Here's Danae's self, a touch from her wou'd fire And make the god in liquid joys expire." She was pleas'd, and smil'd with such an air, that, she seem'd like The moon in all her glories breaking through a cloud, when addressing Her self, her pretty fingers humouring the turn of her voice, "If a Fine woman, and that but this year, has been acquaint'd with a man," Said she, "may deserve your love, let me commend a mistress to you. I Am sensible you have a comrade already, nor have I thought it below me To inquire it: But why not a mistress too? I enter the list on the Same bottom with your comrade; nor do I desire to engross all the Caresses; only think me deserving, and confer them as you please." "Let me beseech you, madam," return'd I, "by all those cupids in your Face and meen, not to scorn to admit a stranger into the number of Your admirers. You'l find him most religious, if you accept his Devotions, and that you shou'd not suspect I believe the way to this Heaven, unlike all others, may be trod gratis, I present you with my Comrade." "What?" said she, "do you give him without whom you cou'd not live? On whose lips your very being hangs? Whom you so love, as I cou'd You." Her words were attended with such a grace at their delivery And the sweet sound so, charm'd the yielding air, you wou'd have Sworne some syren had been breathing melodies. Thus rapt with every Thing so amazing, and fancying a glory shin'd in every part, I Ventur'd to enquire what name the goddess own'd? "My maid, I Perceive," said she, "has not inform'd you, I am call'd Circe; I would Not have you believe tho, I bear that name, that I derive my original From Apollo; nor that my mother, while she lay in the god's imbraces Held the fiery steeds: Yet I shall know enough of heaven, if fate will Give you to my arms. And who knows the dark decrees? Therefore come My dear, and crown my wishes. Nor need you fear any malicious Disturbance of our joys. Your comrade is far enough from hence." Upon which she threw her downy arms about me, and led me to a plat of Ground, the pride of nature, deckt with a gay variety of every Pleasing object On Ida's top, when Jove his nymph carest And lawless in open view exprest: His Mother Earth in all her charms was seen The rose, the violet, the sweet jessamin And the fair lily smiling on the green Such was the plat on which my Venus lay But secret our love, more glorious the day When all around was bright, and as the nymph as gay Here we prepar'd for battel, and through ten thousand kisses prest to A closer engagement; but a sudden weakness rob'd me of my arms. Thus Cheated in her expectations, she highly resenting it, asks whether her Lips, her breath, or some ill scent of any part of her, offended me Or, if none of those, whether I fear'd Gito? I was so asham'd of my self, that if there was any spark of the man Left in me, I lost it. And finding every part of me feeble, and as it Were lifeless: "I beseech you, madam," said I, "don't triumph over my Misery; I'm surely bewitcht." So slight an excuse could not allay her resentment, but giving me a Disdainful glance, she turn'd to her maid, and, "I prithee Chrysis," Said she, "be free with me, don't flatter your mistress. Is there any Thing misbecoming or ungentle about me? Or have I us'd art to hide Any natural deformity? I don't know how you've drest me to-day." Upon which, e're Chrysis cou'd make a return, she snatcht a Pocket-glass from her, and after she had practis'd all her looks, to Try if any appear'd less charming than before, she took hold of her Petticoats that were a little rumpled with lying on, and immediately Ran to a neighbouring temple dedicated to Venus I could not tell what to say or do, but as if I had seen a vision, at Last began with horror to consider whether I had been rob'd of any Real joy So when a dream our wandring eyes betrays And to our side some hidden gold conveys; Our busie hands the inviting treasure seize And hid in guilty folds the fancy'd prize Sweating we fear lest any conscious spy Might search our bosom, and the theft descry But with our sieep when all our joys are o're And minds restor'd to what they were before Concern'd, we wish the fancy'd loss regain'd And with the image still are entertain'd This misfortune might make me justly think it not only a true vision But real witchcraft; for I had so long lost my strength I cou'd not Rise: My mind at last, a little freed, began by degrees to recover its Vigour, upon which I went to my lodging, and dissembling a faintness Lay down on the bed. A little after Gito, being inform'd I was ill Came to me, much troubl'd; but to allay his concern, I told him I was Only a little weary, and had a mind for a nap. Several things I talkt To him of, but not a word of my last adventure, for I was afraid Because I knew he envy'd every one that had a charm for me, and to Prevent his suspicion, throwing my arms about him, I endeavour'd to Give a proof of my love; but disappointed of the expectation I had Rais'd him to, he rose very angry from my side, and accusing my Weakness, and strange behaviour to him, told me that of late he had Found my chief favours were bestow'd in another's arms "My love to you, Gito," said I, "has ever been the same, but now my Dancing-days submit to reason." "Therefore," said he, laughing at me, "in the name of Socrates, I Thank you, because like him, you propose to love me: Alcibiades Encolpius, did not rise a virgin from that philosopher's side." "Then," added I, "believe me, Gito, I hardly know I've any thing of Man about me, how useless lyes the terrible part, where once I was Achilles." When he found how unfit I was to confer the favours he wanted, and to Prevent suspicion, of his privacy with me, he jumpt up and ran to Another part of the house He was hardly gone, e're Chrysis enter'd my chamber, and gave me a Billet from her mistress, in which I found this written: "Had I rais'd my expectation, I might deceiv'd complain; now I'm Obliged to your impotence, that has made me sensible how much too long I have trifl'd with mistaken hopes of pleasure. Tell me, sir, how you Design to bestow your self, and whether you dare rashly venture home On your own legs? for no physician ever allow'd it cou'd be done Without strength. Let me advise your tender years to beware of a Palsie: I never saw any body in such danger before. On my conscience You are just going! and shou'd the same rude chilliness seize your Other parts, I might be soon, alas! put upon the severe trial of Weeping at your funeral. But if you would not suspect me of not being Sincere, tho' my resentment can't equal the injury, yet I shall not Envy the cure of a weak unhappy wretch. If you wou'd recover your Strength, ask Gito, or rather not ask him for't--I can assure a return Of your vigour if you cou'd sleep three nights alone: As to myself I Am not in the least apprehensive of appearing to another less charming Than I have to you. I am told neither my glass nor report does Flatter me. Farewell, if you can." When Chrysis found I had read the reproach, "This is the custom, sir," Said she, "and chiefly of this city, where the women are skill'd in Magick-charms, enough to make the moon confess their power, therefore The recovery of any useful instrument of love becomes their care; 'tis Only writing some soft tender things to my lady, and you make her Happy in a kind return. For 'tis confest, since her disappointment She has not been her self." I readily consented, and calling for Paper, thus addrest myself: "'Tis confest, madam, I have often sinned, for I'm not only a man, but A very young one, yet never left the field so dishonourably before You have at your feet a confessing criminal, that deserves whatever You inflict: I have cut a throat, betray'd my country, committed Sacrilege; if a punishment for any of these will serve, I am ready to Receive sentence. If you fancy my death, I wait you with my sword; But if a beating will content you, I fly naked to your arms. Only Remember, that 'twas not the workman, but his instruments that fail'd: I was ready to engage, but wanted arms. Who rob'd me of them I know Not; perhaps my eager mind outrun my body; or while with an unhappy Haste I aim'd at all; I was cheated with abortive joys. I only know I Don't know what I've done: You bid me fear a palsie, as if the diseast Cou'd do greater that has already rob'd me of that, by which I shou'd Have purchas'd you. All I have to say for my self, is this, that I Will certainly pay with interest the arrears of love, if you allow me Time to repair my misfortune." Having sent back Chrysis with this answer, to encourage my jaded body After the bath and strengthening oyles, had a little rais'd me, I Apply'd my self to strong meats, such as strong broths and eggs, using Wine very moderately; upon which to settle my self, I took a little Walk, and returning to my chamber, slept that night without Gito; so Great was my care to acquit my self honourably with my mistress, that I was afraid he might have tempted my constancy, by tickling my side The next day rising without prejudice, either to my body or spirits, I Went, tho' I fear'd the place was ominous, to the same walk, and Expected Chrysis to conduct me to her mistress; I had not been long There, e're she came to me, and with her a little old woman. After She had saluted me, "What, my nice Sir Courtly," said she, "does your Stomach begin to come to you?" At what time, the old woman, drawing from her bosome, a wreath of many Colours, bound my neck; and having mixt spittle and dust, she dipt her Finger in't, and markt my fore-head, whether I wou'd or not When this part of the charm was over, she made me spit thrice, and as Often prest to my bosom enchanted stones, that she had wrapt in Purple; Admotisque manibus temptare coepit inguinum vives. Dicto Citius nervi paruerunt imperio manusque aniculae ingenti motu Repleverunt. At illa gaudio exsultans, "vides," inquit, "Chrysis mea Vides quod aliis leporem excitavi?" Never despair; Priapus I invoke To help the parts that make his altars smoke After this, the old woman presented me to Chrysis; who was very glad She had recover'd her mistress's treasure; and therefore hastening to Her, she conducted me to a most pleasant retreat, deckt with all that Nature cou'd produce to please the sight Where lofty plains o're-spread a summer shade And well-trimm'd pines their shaking tops display'd Where Daphne 'midst the cyprus crown'd her head Near these, a circling river gently flows And rolls the pebbles as it murmuring goes; A place design'd for love, the nightingale And other wing'd inhabitants can tell That on each bush salute the coming day And in their orgyes sing its hours away She was in an undress, reclining on a flowry bank, and diverting her Self with a myrtle branch; as soon as I appear'd, she blusht, as Mindful of her disappointment: Chrysis, very prudently withdrew, and When we were left together, I approacht the temptation; at what time She skreen'd my face with the myrtle, and as if there had been a wall Between us, becoming more bold; "what, my chill'd spark," began she "have you brought all your self to day?" "Do you ask, madam," I return'd, "rather than try?" And throwing my Self to her, that with open arms was eager to receive me, we kist a Little age away; when giving the signal to prepare for other joys, she Drew me to a more close imbrace; and now, our murmuring kisses their Sweet fury tell; now, our twining limbs, try'd each fold of love; now Lockt in each others arms, our bodies and our souls are join'd; but Even here, alas! even amidst these sweet beginnings, a sudden Chilliness prest upon my joys, and made me leave 'em not compleat Circe, enrag'd to be so affronted, had recourse to revenge, and Calling the grooms that belong'd to the house, made them give me a Warming; nor was she satisfi'd with this, but calling all the Servant-wenches, and meanest of the house, she made 'em spit upon me I hid my head as well as I cou'd, and, without begging pardon, for I Knew what I had deserv'd, am turn'd out of doors, with a large retinue Of kicks and spittle: Proselenos, the old woman was turn'd out too And Chrysis beaten; and the whole family wondering with themselves Enquir'd the cause of their lady's disorder I hid my bruises as well as I cou'd, lest my rival Eumolpus might Sport with my shame, or Gito be concern'd at it; therefore as the only Way to disguise my misfortune, I began to dissemble sickness, and Having got in bed, to revenge my self of that part of me, that had Been the cause of all my misfortunes; when taking hold of it With dreadful steel, the part I wou'd have lopt Thrice from my trembling hand the razor dropt Now, what I might before, I could not do For cold as ice the fearful thing withdrew; And shrunk behind a wrinkled canopy Hiding his head from my revenge and me Thus, by his fear, I'm baulkt of my design When I in words more killing vent my spleen At what time, raising myself on the bed, in this or like manner, I Reproacht the sullen impotent: With what face can you look up, thou Shame of heaven and man? that can'st not be seriously mention'd. Have I deserv'd from you, when rais'd within sight of heavens of joys, to Be struck down to the lowest hell? To have a scandal fixt on the very Prime and vigour of my years, and to be reduc'd to the weakness of an Old man? I beseech you, sir, give me an epitaph on my departed Vigour; tho' in a great heat I had thus said He still continu'd looking on the ground Nor more, at this had rais'd his guilty head Than th' drooping poppy on its tender stalk Nor when I had done, did I less repent of my ridiculous passion, and With a conscious blush, began to think, how unaccountable it was, that Forgetting all shame, I shou'd contend with that part of me, that all Men of sence, reckon not worth their thoughts. A little after Relapsing to my former humour: But what's the crime, began I, if by a Natural complaint I was eas'd of my grief? or how is it, that we blame Our stomachs or bellies, when 'tis our heads that are distemper'd? Did not Ulysses beat his breast, as if that had disturb'd him? And Don't we see the actors punish their eyes, as if they heard the Tragick scene? Those that have the gout in their legs, swear at them; Those that have it in their fingers, do so by them: Those that have Sore eyes, are angry with their eyes Why do the strickt-liv'd Cato's of the age At my familiar lines so gravely rage? In measures loosly plain, blunt satyr flows And all the people so sincerely shows For whose a stranger to the joys of love? Who, can't the thoughts of such lost pleasures move? Such Epicurus own'd the chiefest bliss And such lives the gods themselves possess There's nothing more deceitful than a ridiculous opinion, nor more Ridiculous, than an affected gravity. After this, I call'd Gito to Me; and "tell me," said I, "but sincerely, whether Ascyltos, when he Took you from me, pursu'd the injury that night, or was chastly Content to lye alone?" The boy with his finger at his eyes, took a Solemn oath, that he had no incivility offer'd him by Ascyltos This drove me to my wits end, nor did I well know what to say: For Why, I consider'd, shou'd I think of the twice mischievous accident That lately befell me? At last, I did what I cou'd to recover my Vigour: and willing to invoke the assistance of the gods, I went out To pay my devotions to Priapus, and as wretched as I was, did not Despair, but kneeling at the entry of the chamber, thus beseecht the God: "Bacchus and Nymphs delight, O mighty God! Whom Cynthia gave to rule the blooming wood Lesbos and verdant Thasos thee adore And Lydians, in loose flowing dress implore And raise devoted temples to thy power Thou Dryad's joy, and Bacchus's guardian, hear My conscious prayer, with an attentive ear My hands with guiltless blood I never stain'd Or sacrilegiously the gods prophan'd To feeble me, restoring blessings send I did not thee, with my whole self offend Who sins thro' weakness is less guilty thought Be pacify'd, and spare a venial fault On me, when smiling fate shall smiling gifts bestow I'll not ungrateful to thy godhead go A destin'd goat shall on thy altar lye And the horn'd parent of my flock shall dye A sucking pig appease thy injur'd shrine And hallow'd bowls o're-flow with generous wine Then thrice thy frantick votaries shall round Thy temple dance, with youth and garlands crown'd In holy drunkenness thy orgies sound." While I was thus at prayers, an old woman, with her hair about her Eyes, and disfigur'd with a mournful habit, coming in, disturb'd my Devotions; when taking hold of me, she drew all fear out of the entry; And "what hag," said she, "has devour'd your manhood? Or what ominous Carcase have you stumbl'd over in your nightly walks? You have not Acquitted your self above a boy; but faint, weak, and like a horse O'recharg'd in a steep, tyr'd have lost your toyl and sweat; nor Content to sin alone, but have unreveng'd against me, provokt the Offended gods?" When leading me, obedient to all her commands, a second time to the Cell of a neighbouring priestess of Priapus, she threw me upon the Bed, and taking up a stick that fastened the door, reveng'd her self On me, that very patiently receiv'd her fury: and at the first stroak If the breaking of the stick had not lessned its force, she might have Broke my head and arm I groan'd, and hiding with my arm my head, in a flood of tears lean'd On the pillow: Nor did she then, less troubled, sit on the bed, and Began in a shrill voice, to blame her age, till the priestess came in Upon us; and "what," said she, "do you do in my chappel, as if some Funeral had lately been, rather than a holy-day, in which, even the Mournful are merry?" "Alas, my Enothea!" said she, "this youth was born under an ill star; For neither boy nor maid can raise him to a perfect appetite; you Ne're beheld a more unhappy man: In his garden the weak willow, not The lusty cedar grows; in short, you may guess what he is, that cou'd Rise unblest from Circe's bed." Upon this, Enothea fixt her self between us, and moving her head a While; "I," said she, "am the only one that can give remedy for that Disease; and not to delay it, let him sleep with me to night; and next Morning, examine how vigorous I shall have made him "'All Nature's works my magick powers obey The blooming earth shall wither and decay And when I please, agen be fresh and gay From rugged rocks, I make sweet waters flow And raging billows to me humbly bow With rivers, winds, when I command, obey And at my feet, their fans contracted lay Tygers and dragons too, my will obey But these are small, when of my magick verse Descending Cynthia does the power confess When my commands, make trembling Phœbus reign His fiery steeds, their journey back again Such power have charms, by whose prevailing aid The fury of the raging bulls was laid The Heaven-born Circe, with her magic song Ulysses's men, did into monsters turn Proteus, with this assum'd, what shape he wou'd I, who this art so long have understood Can send proud Ida's top into the main And make the billows bear it up again.'" I shook with fear at such a romantick promise, and began more Intensively to view the old woman: Upon which, she cry'd out, "O Enothea, be as good as your word"; when, carefully wiping her hands She lay down on the bed, and half smother'd me with kisses Enothea, in the middle of the altar, plac'd a turf-table, which she Heapt with burning coals, and her old crack cup (for sacrifice) Repair'd with temper'd pitch; when she had fixt it to the Smoaking-wall from which she took it; putting on her habit, she plac'd A kettle by the fire, and took down a bag that hung near her, in Which, a bean was kept for that use, and a very aged piece of a hog's Forehead, with the print of a hundred cuts out; when opening the bag She threw me a part of the bean, and bid me carefully strip it. I Obey her command, and try, without daubing my fingers, to deliver the Grain from its nasty coverings; but she, blaming my dullness, snatcht It from me, and skilfully tearing its shells with her teeth, spit the Black morsels from her, that lay like dead flies on the ground. How Ingenious is poverty, and what strange arts will hunger teach? The Priestess seem'd so great a lover of this sort of life, that her Humour appear'd in every thing about her, and her hut might be truly Term'd, sacred to poverty Here shines no glittering ivory set with gold No marble covers the deluded mold By its own wealth deluded; but the shrine With simple natural ornaments does shine Round Cere's bower, but homely willows grow Earthen are all the sacred bowls they know Osier the dish, sacred to use divine: Both course and stain'd, the jug that holds the wine Mud mixt with straw, make a defending fort The temple's brazen studs, are knobs of dirt With rush and reed, is thatcht the hut it self Where, besides what is on a smoaky shelf Ripe service-berries into garlands bound And savory-bunches with dry'd grapes are found Such a low cottage Hecale confin'd Low was her cottage, but sublime her mind Her bounteous heart, a grateful praise shall crown And muses make immortal her renown After which, she tasted of the flesh, and hanging the rest, old as her Self, on the hook again; the rotten stool on which she was mounted Breaking, threw her into the fire, her fall spilt the kettle, and what It held put out the fire; she burnt her elbow, and all her face was Hid with the ashes that her fall had rais'd Thus disturb'd, I arose, and laughing, took her up; immediately, lest Any thing shou'd hinder the offering, she ran for new fire to the Neighbourhood, and had hardly got to the door, e're I was set upon by Three sacred geese, that daily, I believe, about that time were fed by The old woman; they made an hideous noise, and, surrounding me, one Tears my coat, another my shoes, while their furious captain made Nothing of doing so by my legs; till seeing my self in danger, I began To be in earnest, and snatching up one of the feet of our little Table, made the valiant animal feel my arm'd hand; nor content with a Slight blow or two, but reveng'd my self with its death Such were the birds Alcides did subdue That from his conquering arm t'ward Heaven flew: Such sure the harpyes were which poyson strow'd On cheated Phineus's false deluding food Loud lamentations shake the trembling air The powers above the wild confusion share Horrours disturb the orders of the sky And frighted stars beyond their courses fly By this time the other two had eat up the pieces of the bean that lay Scatter'd on the floor, and having lost their leader, return'd to the Temple. When glad of the booty and my revenge, I heal'd the slight Old woman's anger, I design'd to make off; and taking up my cloaths Began my march; nor had I reacht the door, e're I saw Enothea bringing In her hand an earthen pot fill'd with fire; upon which I retreated And throwing down my cloaths, fixt my self in the entry, as if I were Impatiently expecting her coming Enothea, entring, plac'd the fire, that with broken sticks she had got Together, and having heapt more wood upon those, began to excuse her Stay, that her friend wou'd not let her go before she had, against the Laws of drinking, taken off three healths together. When looking About her, "What," said she, "have you been doing in my absence? Where's the bean?" I, who thought I had behav'd my self very honourably, told her the Whole fight; and to end her grief for the loss of her bean, presented The goose: when I shew'd the goose, the old woman set up such an Out-cry, that you wou'd have thought the geese were re-entring the Place In confusion and amaz'd at so strange a humour, I askt the meaning of Her passion? or why she pity'd the goose rather than me But wringing her hands, "you wicked wretch," said she, "d'ye speak Too? D'ye know what you've done? You've killed the gods delight, a Goose the pleasure of all matrons: And, lest you shou'd think your Self innocent, if a magistrate shou'd hear of it, you'd be hang'd You have defil'd with blood my cell, that to this day had been Inviolate. You have done that, for which, if any's so malicious, he May expel me my office." She said, and trembling, rends her aged hairs And both her cheeks with wilder fury tears: Sad murmurs from her troubl'd breast arise A shower of tears there issu'd from her eyes And down her face a rapid deluge run Such as is seen, when a hills frosty crown By warm Favonius is melted down Upon which, "I beseech you," said I, "don't grieve, I'll recompence The loss of your goose with an ostrich." While amaz'd I spoke, she sat down on the bed, lamented her loss; at What time Proselenos came in with the sacrifice, and viewing the Murder'd goose, and enquiring the cause, began very earnestly to cry And pity me, as it had been a father, not a goose I had slain. But Tired with this stuff, "I beseech ye," said I, "tell me, tho' it had Been a man I kill'd, won't gold wipe off the guilt? See here are two Pieces of gold: with these you may purchase gods as well as geese." Which, when Enothea beheld, "Pardon me, young man," said she, "I am Only concern'd for your safety, which is an argument of love, not Hatred; therefore we'll take what care we can to prevent a discovery: You have nothing to do, but intreat the gods to forgive the sin." "Who e're has money may securely sail On all things with all-mighty gold prevail May Danae wed, or rival amo'rous Jove And make her father pandar to his love May be a poet, preacher, lawyer too: And bawling win the cause he does not know: And up to Cato's fame for wisdom grow Wealth without law will gain at bar renown How e're the case appears, the cause is won Every rich lawyer is a Littleton In short of all you wish you are possest All things prevent the wealthy man's request For Jove himself's the treasure of his chest." While my thoughts were thus engag'd, she plac'd a cup of wine under my Hands, and having cleans'd my prophane extended fingers with sacred Leeks and parsley, threw into the wine, with some ejaculation Hazel-nuts, and as they sunk or swam gave her judgment; but I well Knew the empty rotten ones wou'd swim, and those of entire kernels go To the bottom When applying herself to the goose, from its breast she drew a lusty Liver, and then told me my future fortune. But that no mark of the Murder might be left, she fixt the rent goose to a spit, which, as she Said, she had fatten'd a little before, as sensible it was to die In the mean time the wine went briskly round, and now the old women Gladly devour the goose, they so lately lamented; when they had pickt Its bones, Enothea, half drunk, turn'd to me; "and now," said she "I'll finish the charm that recovers your strength": When drawing out A leathern ensign of Priapus, she dipt it in a medley of oyl, small Pepper, and the bruis'd seed of nettles, paulatim coepit inserere ano Meo. Hoc crudelissima anus spurgit subinde umore femina mea Nasturcii sucum cum abrotano miscet perfusisque inguinibus meis Viridis urticae fascem comprehendit, omniaque infra umbilicum coepit Lenta mann caedere. Upon which jumping from her, to avoid the sting I made off. The old woman in a great rage pursu'd me, and tho' drunk With wine, and their more hot desires, took the right way: and Follow'd me through two or three villages, crying stop thief; but with My hands all bloody, in the hasty flight, I got off When I got home, to ease my wearied limbs, I went to bed, but the Thoughts of my misfortunes would not let me sleep; when considering How unparallel'd a wretch I was, I cry'd out, "Did my ever cruel Fortune want the afflictions of love to make me more miserable? O Unhappiness! Fortune and love conspire my ruin. Severer love spares Me no way, or loving, or belov'd a wretch: Chrysis adores me, and is Ever giving me occasion to address: She, that when she brought me to Her mistress, despis'd me for my mean habit as one beneath her Desires; that very Chrysis that so scorn'd my former fortune, pursues This even with the hazard of her own; and swore, when she first Discover'd to me the violence of her love, that she wou'd be ever true To me. But Circe's in possession of my heart, I value none but her And indeed who wears such charms? Compar'd to her, what was Ariadne Or Lyda? what Helen, or even Venus? Paris himself the umpire of the Wanton nymphs, if with these eyes he had seen her contending for the Golden apple, wou'd have given both his Helen and the goddesses for Her. If I might be admitted to kiss her sweet lips again, or once More press her divinely rising breasts, perhaps my vigour wou'd Revive, which now I believe lyes opprest by witchcraft. I shou'd Dispense with my reproaches, shou'd forget that I was beat; esteem my Being turn'd out of doors, a sport; so I might be again happy in her Favours." These thoughts and the image of the beautiful Circe so rais'd my mind That I oft, as if my love was in my arms, with a great deal of Fruitless ardour, hug'd the bed-cloaths, till out of patience with the Lasting affliction I began to reproach my impotence; yet recovering my Presence of mind, I flew for comfort to the misfortunes of ancient Hero's, and thus broke out: "Not only me th' avenging gods pursue Oft they their anger on their hero's throw; By Juno's rage Alcides Heaven bore And Pelia's injur'd Juno knew before Leomedon Heaven's dire resentments felt And Telephus's blood washt out his guilt We cannot from the wrathful godhead run Crafty Ulysses cou'd not Neptune shun Provokt Priapus o're the land and sea Has left his Hellespont to follow me." Full of anxious cares I spent the night: and Gito, inform'd that I lay At home, enter'd my chamber by day-break, when having passionately Complain'd of my loose life, he told me the family took much notice of My behaviour, that I was seldom in waiting, and that perhaps the Company I kept wou'd be my ruin By this I understood he was inform'd of my affairs; and that some one Had been in pursuit of me; upon which I ask't my Gito whether any body Was to enquire for me. "Not this day," said he, "but yesterday there Came a very pretty woman, who, when she had tir'd me with a long Sifting discourse; at last told me you deserv'd to be punisht, and Shou'd as a slave, if you longer complain'd." This so sensibly touch'd me, that I began afresh to reproach fortune: Nor had I done, e're Chrysis came in, and wildly throwing her arms About me: "Now," said she, "I'll hold my wish, you're my love, my joy; Nor may you think to quench this flame, but by a more close embrace." I was much disturb'd at Chrysis's wantonness, and gave her fair Language, to get rid of her; for I was very apprehensive of the danger Of Eumolpus's hearing it, since his good fortune had made him so Proud. I did therefore what I could to appease her rage; I dissembl'd Love, whisper'd soft things, and in short manag'd it so like a lover That she believ'd me one. I made her understand in what danger we Both were, if she shou'd be found with me in that place, and that our Lord Eumolpus punisht the least offence. Upon which she immediately Made out, and the more hastily, because she saw Gito returning, who Had left me a little before she came She was scarce out, when on a sudden one of the slaves came to me, and Told me that our lord so highly resented my two days absence, that Unless, as he advised me, I invented a good excuse to allay his heat I shou'd certainly be punish'd Gito perceiving how concern'd I was, spoke not a word of the woman But advis'd me to behave myself merrily to Eumolpus, rather than Serious. I pursu'd the counsel, and put on so pleasant a face that he Receiv'd me in drollery, without the grave stiffness of a master. He Was pleasant on the success of my amours; prais'd my meen and wit that Was so agreeable to the ladies: and "I'm no stranger," said he, "to Your love of a very beautiful lady. But now, Encolpius, that rightly Manag'd, may turn to our advantage; therefore do you personate the Lover, I'll continue the character I've begun." Matrona inter primas honesta, Philomela nomine quae multas saepe Hereditates officio aetati extorserat, tum anus et floris extincti Filium filiamque ingerebat orbis senibus, et per hanc successionem Artem suam perseverabat extendere. Ea ergo ad Eumolpum venit et Commendare liberos suos eius prudentiae bonitatique . . . credere se Et vota sua. Illum esse solum in toto orbe terrarum, qui praeceptis Etiam salubribus instruere iuvenes quotidie posset. Ad summam Relinquere se pueros in domo Eumolpi, ut illum loquentem audirent: Quae sola posset hereditas iuvenibus dari. Nec aliter fecit ac Dixerat, filiamque speciosissimam cum fratre ephebo in cubiculo Reliquit simulavitque se in templum ire ad vota nuncupanda. Eumolpus Qui tam frugi erat ut illi etiam ego puer viderer, non distulit Puellam invitare ad pigiciaca sacra. Sed et podagricum se esse Lumborumque solutorum omnibus dixerat, et si non servasset integram Simulationem, periclitabatur totam paene tragoediam evertere. Itaque Ut constaret mendacio fides, puellam quidem exoravit, ut sederet super Commendatam bonitatem, Coraci autem imperavit ut lectum, in quo ipse Iacebat, subiret positisque in pavimento manibus dominum lumbis suis Commoveret. Ille lente parebat imperio puellaque artificium pari motu Remunerabat. Cum ergo res ad affectum spectaret, clara Eumolpus voce Exhortabatur Coraca, ut spissaret officium. Sic inter mercennarium Amicamque positus senex veluti oscillatione ludebat. Hoc semel Iterumque ingenti risu, etiam suo, Eumolpus fecerat. Itaque ego Quoque, ne desidia consuetudinem perderem, dum frater sororis suae Automata per clostellum miratur, accessi temptaturus, an pateretur Iniuriam. Nec se reiciebat a blanditiis doctissimus puer, sed me Numen inimicum ibi quoque invenit I was not so concern'd at this as the former; for a little after my Strength return'd, and finding my self more vigorous, I cry'd out, the Courteous gods are greater that have made me whole again. For Mercury, that conveys and reconveys our souls, by his favours has Restor'd what his anger had seiz'd: Now I shall be in as great esteem As Protesilaus or any of the antients. Upon which taking up my Cloaths, I shew'd my whole self to Eumolpus, he startl'd at first, but Soon, to confirm his belief, with both hands chaf'd the mighty favour Of the gods This great blessing makes us merry, we laughed at Philumene's cunning And her childrens experience in the art, which wou'd profit 'em little With us; for to no other end were they left, but to be heirs to what We had. When reflecting on this sordid manner of deceiving childless Age, I took occasion to consider the condition of our present fortune And told Eumolpus that the deceivers might be deceiv'd, that therefore All our actions shou'd be of a piece with the character we bore "That Socrates, the wisest of men, us'd to boast he never saw a Tavern, nor ever had been in the common company that frequents such Places. That nothing was more convenient than a discreet behaviour All these are truths, nor shou'd any sort of men," added I, "more Expect the sudden assaults of ill fortune, than those that covet What's other men's. But how should pick-pockets live, unless, by some Well order'd trick, to draw fools together, they get imployment? As Fish are taken with what they really eat, so men are to be cheated With something that's solid, not empty hope; thus the people of this Country have hitherto receiv'd us very nobly: but when they find the Arrival of no ship from Africk, laden, as you told 'em, with riches And your retinue, the impatient deceivers, will lessen their bounty; Therefore, or I'm mistaken, our fortune begins to repent her favours." "I have thought of a means," said Eumolpus, "to make our deceivers Continue their care of us." And drawing his will out of his purse Thus read the last lines of it "All that have legacies in this my last will and testament, my freed Men excepted, receives 'em on these conditions, that they divide my Body, and eat it before the people. And that they may not think it an Unjust demand, let them know, that to this day 'tis the custom of many Countries, that the relations of the dead devour the carcase; and for That reason they often quarrel with their sick kindred, because they Spoil their flesh by lingering in a disease. I only instance this to My friends, that they may not refuse to perform my will; but with the Same sincerity they wisht well to my soul, they might devour my body." When he had read the chief articles, some that were more intimately Acquainted with him, enter'd the chamber, and viewing the will Earnestly intreated him to impart the contents of it; he readily Consented and read the whole. But when they heard the necessity of Eating the carcass, they seem'd much concern'd at the strange Proposal; but their insatiate love of the money made 'em stifle their Passion, and his person was so awful to 'em, they durst not complain But one of 'em, Gorgias by name, briskly told him he was willing to Accept the conditions, so he might not wait for the body To this Eumolpus, "I'm not in the least apprehensive of your Performance, nor that your stomach wou'd refuse the task, when to Recompense one distasteful minute you promise ages of luxury. 'Tis But shutting your eyes, and supposing instead of man's flesh you were Eating an hundred sesterces. Some sauce may be added to vary the Tast; for no flesh pleases alone, but is prepar'd by art to commend it To the stomach. If you desire instances of this kind, to make ye Approve my advice; the Saguntines when they were besieg'd by Hannibal Eat humane bodies, without the hopes of an estate for doing it. The Petavii reduc'd to the last extremity did the like; nor had they Further hopes in this banquet than to satisfie nature. When Scipio Took Numanita, mothers were found with their children half eaten in Their arms. But since the thoughts only of eating man's flesh create The lothing; 'tis but resolving, and you gain the mighty legacies I Leave you." Eumolpus recounted these shameless inhumanities with so much Confusion, that his parasites began to suspect him, and more nearly Considering our words and actions, their jealousie encreas'd with Their observation, and they believ'd us perfect cheats. Upon which Those who had receiv't us most nobly, resolv'd to seize us, and lustly Take their revenge; but Chrysis, privy to all stratagems, gave me Notice of their designs; the frightful news so struck me, that I made Off with Gito immediately, and left Eumolpus to the mercy of his Enemies; and in a few days we heard the Crotonians raging, that that Old rascal shou'd live so long at such a sumptuous rate on the publick Charge, sacrific'd him the Massilian way. Whenever the Massilians Were visited with a plague, some one of the poorest of the people, for The sake of being well fed a whole year at the publick charge, wou'd Offer himself a sacrifice to appease the gods: He after his year was Up, drest in holy wreath and sacred garment, was led about the city With invocations on the gods that all the sins of the nation might be Punisht in him; and so was thrown from a precipice