Satyricon, vol 4, Escape by Sea

Satyricon, vol 4, Escape by Sea

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Title: The Satyricon, v4 (Escape by Sea)
Author: Petronius Arbiter
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THE SATYRICON OF PETRONIUS ARBITER
Complete and unexpurgated translation by W. C. Firebaugh, in which
are incorporated the forgeries of Nodot and Marchena, and the readings
introduced into the text by De Salas.
BRACKET CODE: (Forgeries of Nodot) [Forgeries of Marchena]
{Additions of De Salas} DW
VOLUME 4.--ENCOLPIUS, GITON AND EUMOLPUS ESCAPE BY
SEA
CHAPTER THE
NINETY-NINTH.
"I have always and everywhere lived such a life that each passing day
was spent as though that light would never return; (that is, in
tranquillity! Put aside those thoughts which worry you, if you wish to
follow my lead. Ascyltos persecutes you here; get out of his way. I am
about to start for foreign parts, you may come with me. I have taken a
berth on a vessel which will probably weigh anchor this very night. I
am well known on board, and we shall be well received.)
Leave then thy home and seek a foreign shore Brave youth; for thee thy
destiny holds more: To no misfortune yield! The Danube far Shall
know thy spirit, and the polar star, And placid Nile, and they who dwell
in lands Where sunrise starts, or they where sunset ends! A new
Ulysses treads on foreign sands."
(To me, this advice seemed both sound and practical, because it would
free me from any annoyance by Ascyltos, and because it gave promise

of a happier life. I was overcome by the kindly sympathy of Eumolpus,
and was especially sorry for the latest injury I had done him. I began to
repent my jealousy, which had been the cause of so many unpleasant
happenings) and with many tears, I begged and pled with him to admit
me into favor, as lovers cannot control their furious jealousy, and
vowing, at the same time, that I would not by word or deed give him
cause for offense in the future. And he, like a learned and cultivated
gentleman, ought to remove all irritation from his mind, and leave no
trace of it behind. The snows belong upon the ground in wild and
uncultivated regions, but where the earth has been beautified by the
conquest of the plough, the light snow melts away while you speak of it.
And so it is with anger in the heart; in savage minds it lingers long, it
glides quickly away from the cultured. "That you may experience the
truth of what you say," exclaimed Eumolpus, "see! I end my anger with
a kiss. May good luck go with us! Get your baggage together and
follow me, or go on ahead, if you prefer." While he was speaking, a
knock sounded at the door, and a sailor with a bristling beard stood
upon the threshold. "You're hanging in the wind, Eumolpus," said he,
"as if you didn't know that son-of-a-bitch of a skipper!" Without further
delay we all got up. Eumolpus ordered his servant, who had been
asleep for some time, to bring his baggage out. Giton and I pack
together whatever we have for the voyage and, after praying to the stars,
we went aboard.

CHAPTER THE
ONE HUNDREDTH.
(We picked out a retired spot on the poop and Eumolpus dozed off,