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of that watchman except by cutting his throat or throwing him overboard by force. Consult your own courage as to whether that can be done or not. And as far as my coming with you is concerned, I shirk no danger which holds out any hopes of success, but to throw away life without a reason, as if it were a thing of no moment, is something which I do not believe that even you would sanction--see what you think of this: I will wrap you up in two hide baggage covers, tie you up with thongs, and stow you among my clothing, as baggage, leaving the ends somewhat open, of course, so you can breathe and get your food. Then I will raise a hue and cry because my slaves have thrown themselves into the sea, fearing worse punishment; and when the ship makes port, I will carry you out as baggage without exciting the slightest suspicion!โ€ โ€œOh! So you would bundle us up like we were solid,โ€ I sneered; โ€œour bellies wouldnโ€™t make trouble for us, of course, and weโ€™ll never sneeze nor snore! And all because a similar trick turned out successfully before! Think the matter over! Being tied up could be endured for one day, but suppose it might have to be for longer? What if we should be becalmed? What if we were struck by a storm from the wrong quarter of the heavens? What could we do then? Even clothes will cut through at the wrinkles when they are tied up too long, and paper in bundles will lose its shape. Do you imagine that we, who are young and unused to hardship, could endure the filthy rags and lashings necessary to such an operation, as statues do? No! Thatโ€™s settled! Some other road to safety must be found! I have thought up a scheme, see what you think of it! Eumolpus is a man of letters. He will have ink about him, of course. With this remedy, then, letโ€™s change our complexions, from hair to toe-nails! Then, in the guise of Ethiopian slaves, we shall be ready at hand to wait upon you, light-hearted as having escaped the torturer, and, with our altered complexions, we can impose upon our enemies!โ€ โ€œYes, indeed,โ€ sneered Giton, โ€œand be sure and circumcise us, too, so we will be taken for Jews, pierce our ears so we will look like Arabs, chalk our faces so that Gaul will take us for her own sons; as if color alone could change oneโ€™s figure! As if many other details did not require consideration if a passable imposture is to result! Even granting that the stained face can keep its color for some time, suppose that not a drop of water should spot the skin, suppose that the garment did not stick to the ink, as it often does, where no gum is used, tell me! We canโ€™t make our lips so hideously thick, can we? We canโ€™t kink our hair with a curling-iron, can we? We canโ€™t harrow our foreheads with scars, can we? We canโ€™t force our legs out into the form of a bow or walk with our ankle-bones on the ground, can we? Can we trim our beards after the foreign style? No! Artificial color dirties the body without changing it. Listen to the plan which I have thought out in my desperation; letโ€™s tie our garments around our heads and throw ourselves into the deep!โ€







CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRD.


โ€œGods and men forbid that you should make so base an ending of your lives,โ€ cried Eumolpus. โ€œNo! It will be better to do as I direct. As you may gather, from his razor, my servant is a barber: let him shave your heads and eyebrows, too, and quickly at that! I will follow after him, and I will mark my inscription so cleverly upon your foreheads that you will be mistaken for slaves who have been branded! The same letters will serve both to quiet the suspicions of the curious and to conceal, under semblance of punishment, your real features!โ€ We did not delay the execution of this scheme but, sneaking stealthily to the shipโ€™s side, we submitted our heads and eyebrows to the barber, that he might shave them clean. Eumolpus covered our foreheads completely, with large letters and, with a liberal hand, spread the universally known mark of the fugitive over the face of each of us. As luck would have it, one of the passengers, who was terribly seasick, was hanging over the shipโ€™s side easing his stomach. He saw the barber busy at his unseasonable task by the light of the moon and, cursing the omen which resembled the last offering of a crew before shipwreck, he threw himself into his bunk. Pretending not to hear his puking curses, we reverted to our melancholy train of thought and, settling ourselves down in silence, we passed the remaining hours of the night in fitful slumber. (On the following morning Eumolpus entered Lycasโ€™ cabin as soon as he knew that Tryphaena was out of bed and, after some conversation upon the happy voyage of which the fine weather gave promise, Lycas turned to Tryphaena and remarked:)







CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTH.


โ€œPriapus appeared to me in a dream and seemed to say--Know that Encolpius, whom you seek, has, by me, been led aboard your ship!โ€ Tryphaena trembled violently, โ€œYou would think we had slept together,โ€ she cried, โ€œfor a bust of Neptune, which I saw in the gallery at Baiae, said to me, in my dream--You will find Giton aboard Lycasโ€™ ship!โ€ โ€œFrom which you can see that Epicurus was a man inspired,โ€ remarked Eumolpus; โ€œhe passed sentence upon mocking phantasms of that kind in a very witty manner.


Dreams that delude the mind with flitting shades
By neither powers of air nor gods, are sent:
Each makes his own! And when relaxed in sleep
The members lie, the mind, without restraint
Can flit, and re-enact by night, the deeds
That occupied the day. The warrior fierce,
Who cities shakes and towns destroys by fire
Maneuvering armies sees, and javelins,
And funerals of kings and bloody fields.

The cringing lawyer dreams of courts and trials,
The miser hides his hoard, new treasures finds:
The hunterโ€™s horn and hounds the forests wake,
The shipwrecked sailor from his hulk is swept.
Or, washed aboard, just misses perishing.
Adultresses will bribe, and harlots write
To lovers: dogs, in dreams their hare still course;
And old wounds ache most poignantly in dreams!โ€

โ€œStill, whatโ€™s to prevent our searching the ship?โ€ said Lycas, after he had expiated Tryphaenaโ€™s dream, โ€œso that we will not be guilty of neglecting the revelations of Providence?โ€ โ€œAnd who were the rascals who were being shaved last night by the light of the moon?โ€ chimed in Hesus, unexpectedly, for that was the name of the fellow who had caught us at our furtive transformation in the night. โ€œA rotten thing to do, I swear! From what I hear, itโ€™s unlawful for any living man aboard ship to shed hair or nails, unless the wind has kicked up a heavy sea.โ€







CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTH.


Lycas was greatly disturbed by this information, and flew into a rage. โ€œSo someone aboard my ship cut off his hair, did he?โ€ he bawled, โ€œand at dead of night, too! Bring the offenders aft on deck here, and step lively, so that I can tell whom to punish, from their heads, that the ship may be freed from the curse!โ€ โ€œI ordered it done,โ€ Eumolpus broke in, โ€œand I

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