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THE WITCHES MANGLING A BOY.

Horace

But oh, by all the gods in heaven, who rule the earth and human race,

what means this tumult? And what the hideous looks of all these [hags,

fixed] upon me alone? I conjure thee by thy children (if invoked Lucina

was ever present at any real birth of thine), I [conjure] thee by this

empty honor of my purple, by Jupiter, who must disapprove these

proceedings, why dost thou look at me as a step-mother, or as a wild

beast stricken with a dart? While the boy made these complaints with a

faltering voice, he stood with his bandages of distinction taken from

him, a tender frame, such as might soften the impious breasts of the

cruel Thracians; Canidia, having interwoven her hair and uncombed head

with little vipers, orders wild fig-trees torn up from graves, orders

funeral cypresses and eggs besmeared with the gore of a loathsome toad,

and feathers of the nocturnal screech-owl, and those herbs, which

lolchos, and Spain, fruitful in poisons, transmits, and bones snatched

from the mouth of a hungry bitch, to be burned in Colchian flames. But

Sagana, tucked up for expedition, sprinkling the waters of Avernus all

over the house, bristles up with her rough hair like a sea-urchin, or a

boar in the chase. Veia, deterred by no remorse of conscience, groaning

with the toil, dug up the ground with the sharp spade; where the boy,

fixed in, might long be tormented to death at the sight of food varied

two or three times in a day: while he stood out with his face, just as

much at bodies suspended by the chin [in swimming] project from the

water, that his parched marrow and dried liver might be a charm for

love; when once the pupils of his eyes had wasted away, fixed on the

forbidden food. Both the idle Naples, and every neighboring town

believed, that Folia of Ariminum, [a witch] of masculine lust, was not

absent: she, who with her Thessalian incantations forces the charmed

stars and the moon from heaven. Here the fell Canidia, gnawing her

unpaired thumb with her livid teeth, what said she? or what did she not

say? O ye faithful witnesses to my proceedings, Night and Diana, who

presidest over silence, when the secret rites are celebrated: now, now

be present, now turn your anger and power against the houses of our

enemies, while the savage wild beasts lie hid in the woods, dissolved in

sweet repose; let the dogs of Suburra (which may be matter of ridicule

for every body) bark at the aged profligate, bedaubed with ointment,

such as my hands never made any more exquisite. What is the matter? Why

are these compositions less efficacious than those of the barbarian

Medea? by means of which she made her escape, after having revenged

herself on [Jason's] haughty mistress, the daughter of the mighty Creon;

when the garment, a gift that was injected with venom, took off his new

bride by its inflammatory power. And yet no herb, nor root hidden in

inaccessible places, ever escaped my notice. [Nevertheless,] he sleeps

in the perfumed bed of every harlot, from his forgetfulness [of me]. Ah!

ah! he walks free [from my power] by the charms of some more knowing

witch. Varus, (oh you that will shortly have much to lament!) you shall

come back to me by means of unusual spells; nor shall you return to

yourself by all the power of Marsian enchantments, I will prepare a

stronger philter: I will pour in a stronger philter for you, disdainful

as you are; and the heaven shall subside below the sea, with the earth

extended over it, sooner than you shall not burn with love for me, in

the same manner as this pitch [burns] in the sooty flames. At these

words, the boy no longer [attempted], as before, to move the impious

hags by soothing expressions; but, doubtful in what manner he should

break silence, uttered Thyestean imprecations. Potions [said he] have a

great efficacy in confounding right and wrong, but are not able to

invert the condition of human nature; I will persecute you with curses;

and execrating detestation is not to be expiated by any victim.

Moreover, when doomed to death I shall have expired, I will attend you

as a nocturnal fury; and, a ghost, I will attack your faces with my

hooked talons (for such is the power of those divinities, the Manes),

and, brooding upon your restless breasts, I will deprive you of repose

by terror. The mob, from village to village, assaulting you on every

side with stones, shall demolish you filthy hags. Finally, the wolves

and Esquiline vultures shall scatter abroad your unburied limbs. Nor

shall this spectacle escape the observation of my parents, who, alas!

must survive me.