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Title: Apocolocyntosis
Author: Lucius Seneca
Release Date: November 10, 2003 [EBook #10001]
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SENECA
APOCOLOCYNTOSIS
WITH AN ENGLISH TRANSLATION BY
W.H.D. ROUSE, M.A. LITT. D.
MCMXX
INTRODUCTION
This piece is ascribed to Seneca by ancient tradition; it is impossible to
prove that it is his, and impossible to prove that it is not. The matter

will probably continue to be decided by every one according to his
view of Seneca's character and abilities: in the matters of style and of
sentiment much may be said on both sides. Dion Cassius (lx, 35) says
that Seneca composed an [Greek: apokolokuntosis] or
Pumpkinification of Claudius after his death, the title being a parody of
the usual [Greek: apotheosis]; but this title is not given in the MSS. of
the Ludus de Morte Claudii, nor is there anything in the piece which
suits the title very well.
As a literary form, the piece belongs to the class called
_Satura
Menippea_, a satiric medley in prose and verse.
This text is that of Buecheler, with a few trifling changes, which are
indicated in the notes. We have been courteously allowed by Messrs
Weidmann to use this text. I have to acknowledge the help off Mr Ball's
notes, from which I have taken a few references; but my translation was
made many years ago.
W.H.D. ROUSE.
BIBLIOGRAPHY
_Editio Princeps:_ Lucii Annaei Senecae in morte
Claudii Caesaris
Ludus nuper repertus: Rome,
1513.
_Latest critical text:_ Franz Buecheler, Weidmann, 1904
(a reprint
with a few changes of the text from
a larger work, Divi Claudii
[Greek: Apokolokuntosis] in
the Symbola Philologorum Bonnensium,
fasc. i,
1864).
_Translations and helps:_ The Satire of Seneca on the
Apotheosis of
Claudius, by A.P. Ball (with introduction,
notes, and translations):
New York:
Columbia University Press; London, Macmillan,
1902.
SENECA
APOCOLOCYNTOSIS, OR LUDUS DE MORTE CLAUDII: THE

PUMPKINIFICATION OF CLAUDIUS.
I wish to place on record the proceedings in heaven 1 October 13 last,
of the new year which begins this auspicious age. It shall be done
without malice or favour. This is the truth. Ask if you like how I know
it? To begin with, I am not bound to please you with my answer. Who
will compel me? I know the same day made me free, which was the last
day for him who made the proverb true--One must be born either a
Pharaoh or a fool. If I choose to answer, I will say whatever trips off
my tongue. Who has ever made the historian produce witness to swear
for him? But if an authority must be produced, ask of the man who saw
Drusilla translated to heaven: the same man will aver he saw Claudius
on the road, dot and carry one. [Sidenote: Virg. Aen. ii, 724] Will he
nill he, all that happens in heaven he needs must see. He is the
custodian of the Appian Way; by that route, you know, both Tiberius
and Augustus went up to the gods. Question him, he will tell you the
tale when you are alone; before company he is dumb. You see he swore
in the Senate that he beheld Drusilla mounting heavenwards, and all he
got for his good news was that everybody gave him the lie: since when
he solemnly swears he will never bear witness again to what he has
seen, not even if he had seen a man murdered in open market. What he
told me I report plain and clear, as I hope for his health and happiness.
Now had the sun with shorter course drawn in his risen light, 2 And by
equivalent degrees grew the dark hours of night:
Victorious Cynthia
now held sway over a wider space,
Grim winter drove rich autumn
out, and now usurped his place; And now the fiat had gone forth that
Bacchus must grow old, The few last clusters of the vine were gathered
ere the cold:
I shall make myself better understood, if I say the month was October,
the day was the thirteenth. What hour it was I cannot certainly tell;
philosophers will agree more often than clocks; but it was between
midday and one after noon. "Clumsy creature!" you say. "The poets are
not content to describe sunrise and sunset, and now they even disturb
the midday siesta. Will you thus neglect so good an hour?"

Now the sun's chariot had