No More Learning

[Flourished about b. c. 217. ]
man, you've erred in life 'twould be
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A miracle to succeed perpetually.
The Scholar.
Good, good, Sibynna! Ours no art for sluggards to acquire,
Nor should the hour of deepest midnight see Us and our volumes parted still our lamp Upon its oil feeding, and the page
Of ancient lore before us — What, what hath The Sicyonian deduced what school points Have we from him of Chios Sagest Actides
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And Zopyrinus, what are their traditions
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(The first three translated by J. A. Symonds : the comments and abstracts by him also. )
The Go-between.
Scene : A Private House, where Meteioha, a young wife, in the absence of her husband, Mandris, on the sea, is seated alone within reach of a female slave, Thbessa. Gvllis comes to pay a visit.
Metricha — Thressa, some one is knocking at the house door. Won't you run to see whether a visitor has arrived from the country ?
Thressa — Who knocks ?
Gyllis — It's me.
Thressa — Who are you ? Are you afraid to come near ? Gyllis — Well, then, see, I have come up.
Thressa — Who are you, say ?
Q-yllis — Gyllis, the mother of Philaenion.
inside there that I'm here.
Metricha — Invite her in. Who is she ?
Thressa — Gyllis.
Metricha — Grandam Gyllis! [To the slave. ] Turn your
back a minute, girl. [To Gyllis. ] Which of the Fates has coaxed you into coming, Gyllis, to our house ? What brings you here like a deity to mortals ? I verily believe it must be five months or near it since you, Gyllis, even in a dream, so help me Fate, were seen by any one approaching this door.
Gyllis — I live a long way off, child, and in the lanes the mud is up to one's knees ; besides, I have no more strength than a fly. Old age is dragging us down, and the shadow stands anear and waits.
Metricha — Tut, tut ! Don't calumniate time in that way ! You're strong enough yet, Gyllis, to throttle your neighbors.
Gyllis — Jeer on ! That's the way with you young women. Metricha — Pray don't take fire at what I said.
Gyllis — Well, then, my girl, how long do you mean to go on like a widow, in loneliness, wearing out your solitary bed ?
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From the day when Mandris set sail for Egypt, ten moons have come and gone, and he does not send you so much as a letter. Truly, he has forgotten, and has drunken at fresh fountains. There, ah, there is the palace of the goddess ! For everything, I tell you, that is found upon this earth, or can be found, grows in abundance there in Egypt : riches, gymnasia, power and might, fair sunny skies, glory, splendid shows, philoso phers, gold, blooming youths, the temple gardens of twin gods, a king of the best, a museum, wine, all the good things one's heart can wish for, women in bevies — I swear by Hades, the heavens above boast not so many stars —lovely, too, as were the goddesses what time they came to Paris for the prize of beauty (may they not hear me saying this But you, poor thing, what your sort of spirit that you sit and warm that chair Will you let old age overtake you unawares, and ashes consume your youth Take another course for two or three days change your mind in jocund mirth set up with some new friend The ship that rides at one anchor not safely
moored. No mortal knows the future. Life uncertain ever. Metricha — What are you talking about
Gyllis — Is there any one near who can overhear us Metricha — None that know of.
Gyllis — Listen, then, to what have come to tell you after all this time Gryllus, the son of Matakine, Pataecius's wife, the fellow who has conquered in five conquests — as boy at the Pythian games, twice at Corinth with youths in bloom, twice at Olympia with full-grown pugilists — he owns pretty fortune, too, without having to stir finger, and as regards the Queen of Love, he seal unbroken. The man I'm talking of saw you at the Descent of Misa fell desperately in love his bowels burned for you and now he will not leave my dwelling night or day, my girl, but makes lament to me, and wheedles, and ready to die of his love-longing. Nay, come, child, Metricha, grant me this one peccadillo. Adjust yourself
to the goddess else will old age, who looks toward you, take you unawares. By doing this you'll get paid twice. See, then, obey my counsels. love you, by the Fates.
Metricha — Gyllis, whiteness of hair blunts the edge of understanding. As hope for the return of Mandris and for Demeter to befriend me, could not have taken words like these from any other woman, but should have taught the lame to sing lame, and turned her out of doors. beg you never to
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come to me again with messages of this kind. Tales that are fit for wantons, go tell to silly girls. Leave Metricha, Pytho's daughter, to warm her chair. Nobody laughs at Mandris with impunity. But, as they say, that's not what Gyllis needs to hear. [Calling to the slave girl. '] Thressa, rub up the black bowl of whelk ; pour in three pints of pure wine, mix with water, and give it us to drink in a big cup. Here, Gyllis, drink !
[The rest of the dialogue is too corrupt to be translated. But it appears that Gyllis begins to make excuses for her ill-considered embassy, drinks freely, praises the excellence of Metricha's cellar, takes her leave with compliments, and goes off commending herself to more facile damsels.
[The next mime consists of a speech addressed to a Greek jury by the plaintiff in an action brought against a wealthy sea-captain for assault and battery. The plaintiff is himself a low fellow well known to the whole town for his bad life and infamous vocation ; yet he assumes the tone of a practised counsel, breaks out into telling sallies against the character of the defendant, causes the statutes to be read aloud by the clerk of the court, produces a witness, and concludes with a patriotic peroration. The whole piece reads extraordinarily like the parody or burlesque of some Attic oration. ]
The Ruffian.
Scene : A Court of Justice in the town of Cos. Battalos addresses the Jury.
If that fellow, just because he sails the sea or wears a mantle worth three minae, while I abide on land and drag about a threadbare cloak and rotten slippers, is to carry away by force one of my own girls without my consent, and that by night, mark you, — I say the security of the city, gentlemen, will be gone, and what you take such pride in, your inde pendence, will be abolished by Thales. His duty it was, knowing who he is and molded out of what clay, to live as I do, trembling with fear before the very lowest of the burghers. But now those men among you who are shields of the city, and who have far more right to brag about their birth than he — they respect the laws, and not one of the burghers ever cudgeled me, foreigner as I am, nor came to break into my house at night, nor set fire to it with torches, nor carried away
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with force one of my young women. But that Phrygian who is now called Thales, but was formerly Artimnes, gentlemen of the jury, has done all these things, and has had no regard for law or prefect or archon. (Turns to the clerk. ') Well, I sup pose, clerk, you had better take and read the statute on assault with violence ; and do you stop the bung-hole of the water- clock, my friend, till he has finished, so that I may not, as the proverb runs, be throwing good money after bad.
[Battalos makes the clerk read out a passage of the law, while he bids the slave of the court stop the clepsydra, which times the length of his oration. ]
And if a free man assault a slave woman, or carry her away by force, he shall pay double damages.
[The clerk stops reading. Battalos goes on with his speech. ]
Those words, gentlemen of the jury, were written by Chae- rondas, and not by Battalos, the plaintiff in this suit against Thales. If one shall break a door, let him pay a mina, says the lawgiver ; if he strike with the fist, another mina ; if he burn the house or force entrance, a thousand drachmas ; and if he inflict personal injury, the penalty shall be double. For he dwelt in a city, Thales ; but you have no knowledge of any city, nor indeed of how a city is administered. To-day finds you in Bricindera, yesterday in Abdera ; to-morrow, if some one gives you passage money, you will sail maybe to Phaselis. To cut the matter short, gentlemen of the jury, and not to weary you with digressions, I suffered at the hands of Thales what the mouse did when the pitch caught him. I was pum- meled, the door of my house was broken in (for which I pay a third as rent), and the lintel overhead was burned. [Calls to
the girl who had been carried off by Thales. ] Come hither, Myrtale, you also, and show yourself to all the folk ; don't be ashamed ; imagine to yourself that all the jurymen you're look ing at are fathers, brothers. Just see, gentlemen, how she's been torn from top to bottom, how that unholy rascal tore her to tatters when he dragged her off by force! Old age, to thee be sacrifices made ! Without you, he must have bled for it ! [Turns round to Thales, or to some one in the court who is jeer ing. ] You laugh? Well, I am a ruffian, and I don't deny it, and Battalos is my name, and my grandsire was Sisymbras, and my father Sisymbriscus, and each and all of us whoremasters —
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there ! but as for pluck, I'd strangle a lion, if the brute were Thales. [Addresses the defendant, Thales. '] Perhaps you are in love with Myrtale ? Nothing wonderful. I love my loaf. Give this, and you shall get that. Or else, by Jupiter, if you are in heat or so, stuff her price into the palm of Battalos ; go take and batter what belongs to you to your own heart's content.
the jury. ] There is still one point, gentlemen of the jury — this is the charge I make against yonder fellow — it remains with you, I say, in the absence of witnesses, to pro nounce sentence by the rules of equity — should he, however, want to put slaves to the test of torture, I am ready to offer myself also. Here, Thales, take and put me to the rack ; only see that the damages are paid into court first. Minos could not make more fair division and distinction by his weighing scales. For the rest, gentlemen of the jury, forget that you are voting for or against Battalos, the brothel keeper. Think that you are acting for all the foreigners established in your town. Now is the time for Cos and Merops to show what they are good for, Thessalus and Herakles the worth of their renown, Asklepios why he removed from Tricca, and for what cause Phoebe gave birth to Leto here. Considering all these matters, hold the helm of justice with right judgment, so that the Phrygian, hav ing felt your lash, may become the better for his punishment, if so be that the proverb transmitted to us from antiquity doth not speak untruth.
[The third mime, which follows, gives us sufficient insight into the behavior of a thoroughly ill-conducted vagabond of a schoolboy. His main vice was gambling in low company. That is the point in the incident of his mistaking Maron for Simon. Pollux informs us that Simon was one of the names for a cast of dice. ]
The Schoolmaster.
Scene : A School for Boys, in which there are statues of the Muses. Lampriscus, the master, is seated there. Enter Metrottma, dragging her unwilling son Kottalos.
Metrotima —May the dear Muses send you something to enjoy, and may you have pleasure in life ; so you will promise to drub this boy of mine, till the soul of him, drat it, is left nowhere in his body but the lips. He has ruined me by play ing pitch and toss. Yes, Lampriscus, it seems that knuckle
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bones are not enough for him; but he must needs be running after worse mischief. Where the door of the grammar-master stands, or when the cursed tax-day comes round — let me scream like Nannakos — he cannot tell. But the gambling place, where street porters and runaways take up their quarters, is so well known to him that he will point it out to strangers. The un happy tablets, which I take the pains to spread with wax each month, lie abandoned by his bedpost next the wall, unless per chance he casts a glance on them as though they were the devil; and then, instead of writing something nice, he rubs them bare. His dice — that litter about among the bellows and the nets — are shinier than our oil-flask which we use for everything. But as for spelling out a word, he does not even know his alpha, unless one shouts it five times in his ears. The day before yesterday, when his father was teaching him Maron, what did the pretty fellow do but go and turn Maron into Simon? so that I am driven to call myself a fool for not making him a donkey-boy, instead of putting him to study in the hope of having a support for my declining years. Then if we make him repeat some child's speech — I, or his father, an old man with bad eyes and deaf — the words run out of his head like water from a bottle with a hole in it. " Apollo, the hunter ! " I cry out ; " even your granny will recite what one asks, and yet she has no schooling — or the first Phrygian you meet upon the road. "
But it's no use scolding, for if we go on, he runs away from home, stays out three days and nights, sponging upon his grandmother, a poor old blind woman and destitute ; or else he squats up there upon the roof, with his legs stretched out, like a tame ape, peering down. Just fancy what his wretched mother suffers in her entrails when she sees him there. I don't care so much about him indeed. But he smashes all the roofing into broken biscuits ; and, when winter comes, I have to pay two shillings for each tile, with tears of anger in my eyes. All the neighbors sing the same old song : "Yonder's the work of master Kottalos, that boy of Metro- tima's. " And true it is ; and I daren't wag a tooth in answer. Look at his back, too, how he's scratched it all over in the wood, till he's no better than a Delian fisher with the creel, who doits his life away at sea. Yet he casts feast days and holidays better than a professional star-gazer ; not even sleep will catch him forgetting when you're off your guard. So I beseech you,
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Lampriscus, and may these blessed ladies give you prosperous life, and may you light on lucky days, do not . . .
Lampriscus — Nay, Metrotima, you need not swear at him ; it will not make him get the less. [Calls to his pupils. ] Eu- thies, where are you ? Ho, Kokkalos ! ho, Phillos ! Hurry up, and hoist the urchin on your shoulders ; show his rump to
the full moon, I say !
ways of going on, Kottalos — fine ways, forsooth ! It's not enough for you to cast dice, like the other boys here ; but you must needs be running to the gambling house and tossing cop pers with the common porters! I'll make you more modest than a girl. You shan't stir a straw even, if that's what you want. Where is my cutting switch, the bull's tail, with which I lamm into jail-birds and good-for-nothings. Give it me quick, before I hawk my bile up.
[Addresses Kottalos. ]
I commend your
Kottalos — Nay, prithee, Lampriscus, I pray you by the Muses, by your beard, by the soul of Kottis, do not flog me with that cutting, but the other switch.
Lampriscus — But, Kottalos, you are so gone in wickedness that there's not a slave-dealer who'd speak well of you — no, not even in some savage country where the mice gnaw iron.
Kottalos — How many stripes, Lampriscus ; tell me, I beg, how many are you going to lay on ?
Lampriscus — Don't ask me — ask her.
Kottalos — Oh ! oh ! how many are you going to give me, if I can last out alive?
Metrotima — As many as the cruel hide can bear, I tell you.
— [Lampriscus begins to flog the boy. ] Stop, stop, I've had enough, Lampriscus.
Kottalos
Lampriscus — Do you then stop your naughtiness !
Kottalos — Never, never again will I be naughty. I swear,
Lampriscus, by the dear Muses.
Metrotima — What a tongue you've got in your head, you !
I'll shut your mouth up with a gag if you go on bawling.
Kottalos — Nay, then, I am silent. Please don't murder
me !
Lampriscus — Let him go, Kokkalos.
Metrotima — Don't stop, Lampriscus, flog him till the sun
goes down —
Lampriscus — But he's more mottled than a water-snake —
Metrotima — And he ought to get at least twenty more — Lampriscus — In addition to his book ? —
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Metrotima — Even though he learned to read better than Clio herself.
Kottalos — Yah ! yah !
[The boy has been let loose, and is showing signs of indecent
Metrotima — Stop your jaw till you've rinsed it with honey. I shall make a careful report of this to my old man, Lampris- cus, when I get home ; and shall come back quickly with fet ters ; we'll clamp his feet together ; then let him jump about for the Muses he hated to look down on.
(Translation in Contemporary Review. )
A Jealous Woman.
Bitinna, the mistress (mother of Batyllis). Gastron, Pyrrhias,
Drachon, Cydilla, slaves.
The scene is in the house of Bitinna ; Bitinna and Gastron are alone.
Bitinna —
So, Gastron, so ! Thou canst not be
Content, it seems, to fondle me ? So proud, thou must to Menon's go
For Amphytaea ! Gastron —
Your Amphytaea.
The woman. . . . Bitinna —
The truth! Gastron —
Ma'am, I know . . . I have seen.
Talk, talk, talk, to screen
Ah, use me as you may,
Your slave ; but cease to drink by day And night my very life-blood !
Bitinna —
So big of tongue !
Cydilla !
Oh, Cydilla, ho !
[Enter Cydilla. ] Find him
Where is Pyrrhias ?
And bring him. [Cydilla runs off and instantly re
turns with Pyrrhias. ] Pyrrhias —
What's your pleasure ? Bitinna [pointing to Gattron] —
Bind him !
Quick, whip the pulley off the pail, And do it. [Exit Pyrrhias.
To Gastron. ]
Sirrah, if I fail
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To make thee an instructive case Of torture, call me to my face No woman, no, nor half a man. 'Twas I that did
The mischief, when Gastron, for human.
am no more the fool, Thou think'st me.
trow,
[Pyrrhias returns with the bucket strap. ] Now Strip him and bind him.
Gastron — Mercy! oh Bitinna, mercy
Bitinna — Strip him. [To Gastron. ] Thou art my slave, my chattel, made
sinned but catch me in fresh Infraction of your will or way — Then have me branded
Bitinna — Better pray To Amphytaea Boll at her
Those eyes, who pleases to prefer
My foot-rug for her pillow Ugh Pyrrhias —
Please you, he's fastened.
Bitinna — Mark him, you,
If he slips out. Take him away
To Hermon's whipping-house and say, He to have two thousand, one Thousand upon the back, and one
Upon the belly —
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And cursed be that detested day
Which brought thee here What Pyrrhias Nay, My eye on thee.
Call that a binding
It in and through
His arms off.
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Bitinna — By your own confession, Your " pardon but this once ! "
Gastron — To cool
Your answer was it spoken.
Bitinna [to Pyrrhias] — Fool,
To stand and stare ! Cydilla, slap The rascal's hideous victual-trap.
Go where I told thee. Quick, depart ; And thou, if Pyrrhias will but start, Go, Drachon, too. Cydilla, slave, 'Twould be considerate if you gave The fiend a rag or so to grace
His passage through the market place. Now, Pyrrhias, I'll repeat it : say From me to Hermon, he's to lay
Two thousand on : a thousand here, And there a thousand. Do you hear ? From this if you one inch deflect, Your person answers the neglect,
And pays with interest. Off !
[Pyrrhias with Gastron begins to go; Bitinna stops him with a
gesture. ']
And please To take him not by Miccale's,Pyrrhias
But straight. {Exeunt and Gastron. ) And one thing I forgot —
Kun, run, Cydilla (he is not Yet far), and call him.
Cydilla [in sudden distress] — Art deaf ? Alas ! she's
Pyrrhias I calling.
Hi ! Ay,
Bitinna —
As hard upon his fellow-slave,
As if the wretch had robbed a grave !
But, Pyrrhias, mark ! Though he is sent Now in your charge to punishment, Cydilla, sure as these are two
[Holding up and shaking at him two of her fingers. ] Within four days shall witness you
Lodged in the jail, and fretting there
Those anklets which you lately wear.
Hark you ! His bonds are to remain So, till you both come back again. Fetch Cosis, the tattooer, who
Must bring his ink and needles too ;
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And while we have him, I will see He puts some ornament on thee :
'Twill save a journey. For cat and mouse ! "
Cydilla —
Not now, not now !
To see the happy wedding day
Of your Batyllis, to embrace
Her children, grant one little grace : Pardon this once.
Bitinna — Cydilla! There! Your worries, if you don't take care,
I'll run away ! — Well, folks may scoff; I'll let the deep-dyed rascal off ; Though every woman in the place Might spit contempt upon my face,
" Which is so little royal ! " — Yet, Since he's so liable to forget
He's mortal, he shall have it now
" Equal fine
Nay, mother mine, Oh, as you pray
Cydilla —Writ for reminder on his brow.
This is the twentieth, and before
The Day of Souls come only four. Bitinna —
First, then, I now discharge you ; bless For that, Cydilla, (dear not less
Than my Batyllis she to me ;
These arms have nursed her) ; presently The Banquet of the Dead, with least Expense, will serve your marriage feast.
HYMN TO ZEUS.
By CLEANTHES.
[Stoic philosopher : succeeded Zeus in his school about b. c. 270. ]
(Translated by Edward Beecher. )
Great Jove, most glorious of the immortal gods, Wide known by many names, Almighty One, King of all nature, ruling all by law.
HYMN TO ZEUS.
We mortals thee adore, as duty calls ;
For thou our father art, and we thy sons,
On whom the gift of speech thou hast bestowed Alone of all that live and move on earth.
Thee, therefore, will I praise ; and ceaseless show To all thy glory and thy mighty power.
This beauteous system circling round the earth Obeys thy will, and wheresoe'er thou leadest, Freely submits itself to thy control.
Such is, in thine unconquerable hands,
The two-edged, fiery, deathless thunderbolt ;
Thy minister of power, before whose stroke
All nature quails and, trembling, stands aghast : By which the common reason thou dost guide, Pervading all things, filling radiant worlds,
The sun, the moon, and all the host of stars.
So great art thou, the universal king,
Without thee naught is done on earth, 0 God ! Nor in the heavens above, nor in the sea ;
Naught save the deeds unwise of sinful men.
Yet harmony from discord thou dost bring ;
That which is hateful, thou dost render fair ;
Evil and good dost so coordinate,
That everlasting reason shall bear sway,
Which sinful men, blinded, forsake and shun, Deceived and hapless, seeking fancied good.
The law of God they will not see nor hear ; Which if they would obey, would lead to life.
But they unhappy rush, each in his way : —
For glory some in eager conflict strive ;
Others are lost inglorious, seeking gain ;
To pleasure others turn, and sensual joys,
Hasting to ruin, whilst they seek for life.
But thou, 0 Jove ! the giver of all good,
Darting the lightning from thy house of clouds,
Permit not man to perish darkling thus ;
From folly save them ; bring them to the light ; Give them to know the everlasting law
By which in righteousness thou rulest all,
That we, thus honored, may return to thee
Meet honor, and with hymns declare thy deeds,
And though we die, hand down thy deathless praise, Since not to men nor gods is higher meed
Than ever to extol with righteous praise
The glorious, universal King Divine.
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338 INVASION OF GREECE BY THE GAULS, B. C. 279.
INVASION OF GREECE BY THE GAULS, B. C. 279. By PAUSANIAS.
(Translated by J. G. Frazer. )
[Pausanias, Greek antiquarian and art cataloguer, lived under Hadrian and the Antonines, middle of the second century a. d. His chief work, still extant in full, was the "Periegesis (Guide-Book) of Hellas," very valuable not only for its topographical descriptions, but its account of art objects. ]
The Gauls inhabit the farthest parts of Europe, on the shore of a great sea (Northern Ocean) which at its extremities is not navigable. The sea ebbs and flows, and contains beasts quite unlike those in the rest of the sea. The name Gauls came into vogue late, for of old the people were called Celts both by themselves and others. A host of them mustered and marched toward the Ionian Sea ; they dispossessed the Illyrian nation and the Macedonians, as well as all the intervening peo ples, and overran Thessaly. When they were come near to Thermopylae, most of the Greeks awaited passively the attack of the barbarians ; for they had suffered heavily before at the hands of Alexander and Philip, and afterwards the nation had been brought low by Antipater and Cassander, so that in their weakness each thought it no shame to refrain from taking part in the national defense.
But the Athenians, although they were more exhausted than any of the Greeks by the long Macedonian war and many de feats in battle, nevertheless appointed Callipus to the com mand, and hastened to Thermopylae with such of the Greeks as volunteered. Having seized the narrowest part of the pass, they attempted to hinder the barbarians from entering into Greece. But the Celts discovered the pass by which Ephialtes the Trachinian once guided the Medes ; and, after overpower ing the Phocians, who were posted on they crossed Mount CEta before the Greeks were aware. Then was that the Athenians rendered great service to Greece for on both sides, surrounded as they were, they kept the barbarians at
But their comrades on the ships labored the most for at Thermopylae the Samnian Gulf swamp, the cause of which, seems to me, the warm water which here flows into the sea. So their trial was the greater for when they had taken the Greeks on board, they made shift to sail through the mud in ships weighed down with arms and men.
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But the Gauls were inside of Pylae ; and, scorning to cap ture the other towns, they were bent on plundering Delphi and the treasures of the gods. The Delphians, and those of the Phocians who inhabit the cities round about Parnassus, put themselves in array against them, and there came also a force of iEtolians ; for at that time the iEtolian race excelled in youthful vigor. But when they came to close quarters, thunder bolts and rocks, breaking away from Parnassus, came hurtling down upon the Gauls ; and dreadful shapes of men in arms appeared against the barbarians. They say that two of these phantom warriors, Hyperochus and Amadocus, came from the Hyperboreans, and the third was Pyrrhus, son of Achilles.
Most of the Gauls crossed to Asia in ships and plundered the seacoast. But afterwards the people of Pergamus, which was called Teuthrania of old, drove them away from the sea into the country now called Galatia. They captured Ancyra, a city of the Phrygians, founded in former days by Midas, son of Gordius, and took possession of the land beyond the Sangarius. The anchor which Midas found still existed even down to my time, in the sanctuary of Zeus ; and there is a fountain called the fountain of Midas —they say that Midas mixed wine with the water of the fountain to catch Silenus. This town of Ancyra, then, was captured by the Gauls, and likewise Pessi- nus, under Mount Agdistis, where they say that Attis Agdistis is buried. The Pergamenians have spoils taken from the Gauls, and a picture representing the battle with them.
The first foreign expedition of the Celts was made under the leadership of Cambaules. They advanced as far as Thrace, but did not dare to push on any farther, conscious that they were too few in numbers to cope with the Greeks. But when they resolved a second time to carry their arms into an enemy's camp, — a step to which they were chiefly instigated by the men who had been out with Cambaules, and in whom the expe rience of marauding had bred a love of plunder and booty, — a large force of infantry assembled, and there was no lack of re cruits for the cavalry. So the leaders divided the army into three parts, and each was ordered to march against a different country. Cerethrius was to lead his force agajnst the Thra- cians and the Triballian tribe ; Brennus and Acichorius com manded the army destined to attack Poeonia ; while Bolgius marched against the Macedonians and Illyrians, and engaged in conflict with Ptolemy, then king of Macedonia. It was this
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Ptolemy who first sought the protection of Seleucus, son of Antiochus, and then assassinated his protector, and whose excessive daring earned him the nickname of Thunderbolt. Ptolemy himself fell in the battle, and the Macedonian loss was heavy ; but again the Celts had not the courage to march against Greece, and so the second expedition returned home again.
Hereupon Brennus, at public assemblies and in private as semblies with the leading men, energetically urges an expedi tion against Greece, pointing to the present weakness of Greece, to the wealth of her public treasures, and to the still greater wealth stored up in her sanctuaries in the shape of offerings and of gold and silver coin. So he prevailed on the Gauls to march against Greece, and amongst his colleagues in command, whom he chose from among the leading men, was Acichorius. The assembled army numbered 152,000 foot and 20,400 horse. But though that was the number of the cavalry always on service, the real number was 61,200 ; for every trooper was attended by two servants, who were themselves good riders and were provided with horses. When the cavalry was engaged, the servants kept in the rear and made themselves useful
thus : —
The spirit of the Greeks had fallen very low, but the very excess of their fear roused them to the necessity of defending Greece. They saw that the struggle would not now be for freedom, as it had been in the Persian War, and that safety was not to be had by a gift of water and earth ; for the fate that had overtaken the Macedonians, Thracians, and Paeonians in the former inroads of the Gauls were still fresh in their mem ory, and reports were reaching them of the atrocities that even then were being perpetrated on the Thessalians. Death or victory, that was the alternative that every man and every state prepared to face. . . .
To meet the barbarians who had come from the ocean, the following Greek forces marched to Thermopylae : 10,000
If a trooper had his horse killed, the servant brought him a fresh mount ; if the trooper himself was slain, the slave mounted his master's horse ; but if both horse and man were killed, the slave was ready mounted to take their place. If the man was wounded, one of the slaves brought the wounded man off the field to the camp, while the other took his place in the ranks. — Such was the force and such the intentions with which Brennus marched against Greece.
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heavy-armed infantry and 500 horse from Boeotia ; the Boeo- tarchs were Cephisodotus, Thearidas, Diogenes, and Lysander. From Phocis, 500 horse, and infantry to the number of 3000, under the command of Critobulus and Antiochus. The Lo- crians, who dwell opposite the island of Atalanta, were led by Midias ; their number was 700 ; they had no cavalry. From Megara there came 400 heavy infantry ; the Megarian cavalry was led by Megareus. The iEtolian force was very numerous, and included every arm. The strength of their cavalry is not given.