misc writings and speeches(米斯克说与写)-第5章
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with fingers at the circus。 No more evening walks along the Tiber。 No
more hiding in chests or jumping from windows。 I； the favoured suitor
of half the white stoles in Rome； could never again aspire above a freed…
woman。 You a man of gallantry； and think of such a thing！ For shame；
my dear Coelius！ Do not let Clodia hear of it。〃
While Caesar spoke he had been engaged in keeping Clodius at arm's…
length。 The rage of the frantic libertine increased as the struggle
continued。 〃Stand back； as you value your life；〃 he cried； 〃I will pass。〃
〃Not this way； sweet Clodius。 I have too much regard for you to
suffer you to make love at such disadvantage。 You smell too much of
Falernian at present。 Would you stifle your mistress？ By Hercules； you
are fit to kiss nobody now； except old Piso； when he is tumbling home in
the morning from the vintners。〃
Clodius plunged his hand into his bosom and drew a little dagger； the
faithful companion of many desperate adventures。
〃Oh； Gods！ he will be murdered！〃 cried Zoe。
The whole throng of revellers was in agitation。 The street fluctuated
with torches and lifted hands。 It was but for a moment。 Caesar watched
with a steady eye the descending hand of Clodius； arrested the blow；
seized his antagonist by the throat； and flung him against one of the pillars
of the portico with such violence； that he rolled； stunned and senseless； on
the ground。
〃He is killed；〃 cried several voices。
〃Fair self…defence； by Hercules！〃 said Marcus Coelius。 〃Bear witness；
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you all saw him draw his dagger。〃
He is not deadhe breathes；〃 said Ligarius。 〃 Carry him into the
house； he is dreadfully bruised。〃
The rest of the party retired with Clodius。 Coelius turned to Caesar。
〃By all the Gods； Caius！ you have won your lady fairly。 A splendid
victory！ You deserve a triumph。〃
〃What a madman Clodius has become！〃
〃Intolerable。 But come and sup with me on the Nones。 You have no
objection to meet the Consul？〃
Cicero？ None at all。 We need not talk politics。 Our old dispute
about Plato and Epicurus will furnish us with plenty of conversation。 So
reckon upon me； my dear Marcus； and farewell。〃
Caesar and Zoe turned away。 As soon as they were beyond hearing；
she began in great agitation：
〃Caesar； you are in danger。 I know all。 I overheard Catiline and
Cethegus。 You are engaged in a project which must lead to certain
destruction。〃
〃My beautiful Zoe； I live only for glory and pleasure。 For these I
have never hesitated to hazard an existence which they alone render
valuable to me。 In the present case； I can assure you that our scheme
presents the fairest hopes of success。〃
〃So much the worse。 You do not knowyou do not understand me。 I
speak not of open peril； but of secret treachery。 Catiline hates you；
Cethegus hates you；your destruction is resolved。 If you survive the
contest； you perish in the first hour of victory。 They detest you for your
moderation； they are eager for blood and plunder。 I have risked my life
to bring you this warning； but that is of little moment。 Farewell！Be
happy。〃
Caesar stopped her。 〃Do you fly from my thanks； dear Zoe？〃
〃I wish not for your thanks； but for your safety；I desire not to defraud
Valeria or Servilia of one caress； extorted from gratitude or pity。 Be my
feelings what they may； I have learnt in a fearful school to endure and to
suppress them。 I have been taught to abase a proud spirit to the claps and
hisses of the vulgar；to smile on suitors who united the insults of a
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despicable pride to the endearments of a loathsome fondness； to affect
sprightliness with an aching head； and eyes from which tears were ready
to gush；to feign love with curses on my lips； and madness in my brain。
Who feels for me any esteem；any tenderness？ Who will shed a tear
over the nameless grave which will soon shelter from cruelty and scorn the
broken heart of the poor Athenian girl？ But you； who alone have
addressed her in her degradation with a voice of kindness and respect；
farewell。 Sometimes think of me；not with sorrow；no； I could bear your
ingratitude； but not your distress。 Yet； if it will not pain you too much； in
distant days； when your lofty hopes and destinies are accomplished；on
the evening of some mighty victory； in the chariot of some magnificent
triumph；think on one who loved you with that exceeding love which
only the miserable can feel。 Think that； wherever her exhausted frame
may have sunk beneath the sensibilities of a tortured spirit；in whatever
hovel or whatever vault she may have closed her eyes；whatever strange
scenes of horror and pollution may have surrounded her dying bed； your
shape was the last that swam before her sight your voice the last sound
that was ringing in her ears。 Yet turn your face to me； Caesar。 Let me
carry away one last look of those features； and then 〃He turned round。
He looked at her。 He hid his face on her bosom； and burst into tears。
With sobs long and loud； and convulsive as those of a terrified child； he
poured forth on her bosom the tribute of impetuous and uncontrollable
emotion。 He raised his head； but he in vain struggled to restore
composure to the brow which had confronted the frown of Sylla； and the
lips which had rivalled the eloquence of Cicero。 He several times
attempted to speak； but in vain； and his voice still faltered with tenderness；
when； after a pause of several minutes； he thus addressed her：
〃My own dear Zoe； your love has been bestowed on one who； if he
cannot merit； can at least appreciate and adore you。 Beings of similar
loveliness； and similar devotedness of affection； mingled； in all my boyish
dreams of greatness； with visions of curule chairs and ivory cars；
marshalled legions and laurelled fasces。 Such I have endeavoured to find
in the world； and； in their stead； I have met with selfishness； with vanity；
with frivolity； with falsehood。 The life which you have preserved is a
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boon less valuable than the affection 〃
〃Oh！ Caesar；〃 interrupted the blushing Zoe； 〃think only on your own
security at present。 If you feel as you speak；but you are only mocking
me；or perhaps your compassion 〃
〃By Heaven！by every oath that is binding 〃
〃Alas！ alas！ Caesar； were not all the same oaths sworn yesterday to
Valeria？ But I will trust you； at least so far as to partake your present
dangers。 Flight may he necessary：form your plans。 Be they what they
may； there is one who； in exile； in poverty； in peril； asks only to wander； to
beg； to die with you。〃
〃My Zoe； I do not anticipate any such necessity。 To renounce the
conspiracy without renouncing the principles on which it was originally
undertaken；to elude the vengeance of the Senate without losing the
confidence of the people；is； indeed； an arduous； but not an impossible；
task。 I owe it to myself and to my country to make the attempt。 There
is still ample time for consideration。 At present I am too happy in love to
think of ambition or danger。〃
They had reached the door of a stately palace。 Caesar struck it。 It
was instantly opened by a slave。 Zoe found herself in a magnificent hall；
surrounded by pillars of green marble； between which were ranged the
statues of the long line of Julian nobles。
〃Call Endymion；〃 said Caesar。
The confidential freed…man made his appearance； not without a slight
smile； which his patron's good nature emboldened him to hazard； at
perceiving the beautiful Athenian。
〃Arm my slaves； Endymion； there are reasons for precaution。 Let
them relieve each other on guard during the night。 Zoe； my love； my
preserver； why are your cheeks so pale？ Let me kiss some bloom into
them。 How you tremble！ Endymion； a flask of Samian and some fruit。
Bring them to my apartments。 This way； my sweet Zoe。〃
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ON THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF
LITERATURE。
（June 1823）
This is the age of societies。 There is scarcely one Englishman in ten
who has not belonged to some association for distributing books； or for
prosecuting them； for sending invalids to the hospital； or beggars to the
treadmill； for giving plate to the rich； or blankets to the poor。 To be the
most absurd institution among so many institutions is no small distinction；
it seems； however； to belong indisputably to the Royal Society of
Literature。 At the first establishment of that ridiculous academy； every
sensible man predicted that； in spite of regal patronage and episcopal
management； it would do nothing； or do harm。 And it will scarcely be
denied that those expectations have hitherto been fulfilled。
I do not attack the founders of the association。 Their char
