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of fact, Scaurus, when he was here, would stay nowhere else, although he has a family place on the seashore. Iโ€™ll show you many other things, too, in a jiffy; believe me, if you have an as, youโ€™ll be rated at what you have. So your humble servant, who was a frog, is now a king. Stychus, bring out my funereal vestments while we wait, the ones Iโ€™ll be carried out in, some perfume, too, and a draught of the wine in that jar, I mean the kind I intend to have my bones washed in.โ€







CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-EIGHTH.


It was not long before Stychus brought a white shroud and a purple-bordered toga into the dining-room, and Trimalchio requested us to feel them and see if they were pure wool. Then, with a smile, โ€œTake care, Stychus, that the mice donโ€™t get at these things and gnaw them, or the moths either. Iโ€™ll burn you alive if they do. I want to be carried out in all my glory so all the people will wish me well.โ€ Then, opening a jar of nard, he had us all anointed. โ€œI hope Iโ€™ll enjoy this as well when Iโ€™m dead,โ€ he remarked, โ€œas I do while Iโ€™m alive.โ€ He then ordered wine to be poured into the punch-bowl. โ€œPretend,โ€ said he, โ€œthat youโ€™re invited to my funeral feast.โ€ The thing had grown positively nauseating, when Trimalchio, beastly drunk by now, bethought himself of a new and singular diversion and ordered some horn- blowers brought into the dining-room. Then, propped up by many cushions, he stretched himself out upon the couch. โ€œLet on that Iโ€™m dead,โ€ said he, โ€œand say something nice about me.โ€ The horn-blowers sounded off a loud funeral march together, and one in particular, a slave belonging to an undertaker, made such a fanfare that he roused the whole neighborhood, and the watch, which was patrolling the vicinity, thinking Trimalchioโ€™s house was afire, suddenly smashed in the door and rushed in with their water and axes, as is their right, raising a rumpus all their own. We availed ourselves of this happy circumstance and, leaving Agamemnon in the lurch, we took to our heels, as though we were running away from a real conflagration.







VOLUME III.



FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ENCOLPIUS AND HIS COMPANIONS









CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-NINTH.


There was no torch to light the way for us, as we wandered around, nor did the silence of midnight give promise of our meeting any wayfarer with a light; in addition to this, we were drunk and unfamiliar with the district, which would confuse one, even in daylight, so for the best part of a mortal hour we dragged our bleeding feet over all the flints and pieces of broken tile, till we were extricated, at last, by Gitonโ€™s cleverness. This prudent youngster had been afraid of going astray on the day before, so he had taken care to mark all the pillars and columns with chalk. These marks stood out distinctly, even through the pitchy night, and by their brilliant whiteness pointed out the way for us as we wandered about. Nevertheless, we had no less cause for being in a sweat even when we came to our lodging, for the old woman herself had been sitting and swilling so long with her guests that even if one had set her afire, she would not have known it. We would have spent the night on the door-sill had not Trimalchioโ€™s courier come up in state, with ten wagons; he hammered on the door for a short time, and then smashed it in, giving us an entrance through the same breach. (Hastening to the sleeping-chamber, I went to bed with my โ€œbrotherโ€ and, burning with passion as I was, after such a magnificent dinner, I surrendered myself wholly to sexual gratification.)


Oh Goddesses and Gods, that purple night
How soft the couch! And we, embracing tight;
With every wandering kiss our souls would meet!
Farewell all mortal woes, to die were sweet

But my self-congratulation was premature, for I was overcome with wine, and when my unsteady hands relaxed their hold, Ascyltos, that never-failing well-spring of iniquity, stole the boy away from me in the night and carried him to his own bed, where he wallowed around without restraint with a โ€œbrotherโ€ not his own, while the latter, not noticing the fraud, or pretending not to notice it, went to sleep in a strangerโ€™s arms, in defiance of all human rights. Awaking at last, I felt the bed over and found that it had been despoiled of its treasure: then, by all that lovers hold dear, I swear I was on the verge of transfixing them both with my sword and uniting their sleep with death. At last, however, I adopted a more rational plan; I spanked Giton into wakefulness, and, glaring at Ascyltos, โ€œSince you have broken faith by this outrage,โ€ I gritted out, with a savage frown, โ€œand severed our friendship, you had better get your things together at once, and pick up some other bottom for your abominations!โ€ He raised no objection to this, but after we had divided everything with scrupulous exactitude, โ€œCome on now,โ€ he demanded, โ€œand weโ€™ll divide the boy!โ€







CHAPTER THE EIGHTIETH.


I thought this was a parting joke till he whipped out his sword, with a murderous hand. โ€œYouโ€™ll not have this prize youโ€™re brooding over, all to yourself! Since Iโ€™ve been rejected, Iโ€™ll have to cut off my share with this sword.โ€ I followed suit, on my side, and, wrapping a mantle around my left arm, I put myself on guard for the duel. The unhappy boy, rendered desperate by our unreasoning fury, hugged each of us tightly by the knee, and in tears he humbly begged that this wretched lodging-house should not witness a Theban duel, and that we would not pollute--with mutual bloodshed the sacred rites of a friendship that was, as yet, unstained. โ€œIf a crime must be committed,โ€ he wailed, โ€œhere is my naked throat, turn your swords this way and press home the points. I ought, to be the one to die, I broke the sacred pledge of friendship.โ€ We lowered our points at these entreaties. โ€œIโ€™ll settle this dispute,โ€ Ascyltos spoke up, โ€œlet the boy follow whomsoever he himself wishes to follow. In that way, he, at least, will have perfect freedom in choosing a โ€˜brotherโ€™.โ€ Imagining that a relationship of such long standing had passed into a tie of blood, I was not at all uneasy, so I snatched at this proposition with precipitate eagerness, and submitted the dispute to the judge. He did not deliberate long enough to seem even to hesitate, for he got up and chose Ascyltos for a โ€œbrother,โ€ as soon as the last syllable had passed my lips! At this decision I was thunder-struck, and threw myself upon the bed, unarmed and just as I stood. Had I not begrudged my enemy such a triumph, I would have laid violent hands upon myself. Flushed with success, Ascyltos marched out with his prize, and abandoned, in a strange town, a comrade in the depths of despair; one whom, but a little while before, he had loved most unselfishly, one whose destiny was so like his own.

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