The two lived near the Diomean Gate. Now, making way through the crowded streets, the hour being one when men were abroad, they reached a pal8?stra and saw about to enter several of their acquaintance—Lycias the poet, Ion, Lysander, Hippodamus, and others. These called to the two to enter also and observe Thracian wrestlers. All{179} went in together and, mingled9 with a crowd, watched the mighty10-thewed. When the match was over the group, leaving the pal?stra, but still talking of the body and its powers, went along until there was reached the small temple of Hestia. Here the steps rose invitingly11 free of the crowd, and the space between the pillars smiled and invited. The light yet shone upon the mountains and upon the temples of the Acropolis. Lycias and Theodorus would pause and in the porch of Hestia continue the conversation while observing the beauty of the evening. Glaucon remarked that he had business at home. “Let it take its rest!” said Lycias. “You are a poet, also, Glaucon, and a painter and a maker12 of statues—just as I converse13 familiarly with envoys and undoubtedly14 fought at Megara, though I cannot just now recall having done so! Every man sacrifices in every temple. Stay and put up your hands to beauty, and let business go throw herself down from the wall!”
“He was only a moment ago a poet,” said Theodorus. “You should have heard him at the Prytaneum upon Justice!”
They turned into the porch of Hestia. Despite the light upon the temples, and despite the interposed action of the wrestling match, Glaucon, in an inner voice, was yet saying over this or that part of the Prytaneum speech. The difference lay in the fact that he was now saying them over to Myrina.
“An encomium15?” asked Ion.
“You would have thought it a voice from the Golden Age!”
Glaucon’s ears and at last Glaucon’s mind caught the statement of Theodorus and were pleased thereby16. He{180} turned from the praise-honey that Myrina would serve to the immediate17 feast.
“I love to hear,” said Hippodamus, “lovers speak of love, poets of poetry, physicians of healing, soldiers of soldiering, and legislators of the relations between states and among men.”
“Oh!” cried Lycias. “Glaucon is a lover, too.”
“Who is the youth?” asked Ion.
Laughter arose. “Ion is newly come to town—he does not know! Address your question, Ion, to Glaucon.”
“I will save him the trouble, Lycias,” said Glaucon. “Know, Ion, that I am like the barbarians18 and hold in hatred19 affection in that kind.”
“But say to Glaucon the word Myrina—”
“Who is Myrina?”
“Myrina is a woman.—Lysander the silent, have you seen the new colonnade20 by the temple of ?sculapius?”
“Knock! Knock!” quoth Lycias. “Doorkeeper and dog say ‘Not at home!’—Now, in the speech at the Prytaneum—Oh, here he is at home! Oh, voice from the Golden Age, discourse21 to us anew of Justice!”
“I said of Justice,” answered Glaucon, “what a man of knowledge should say.”
“He will not tell!—Veil your face, O Glaucon, for I am not modest for my friend!—Diocles and Timotheus overcrowed the envoys with the glories of the Athenian state. They sat with a downward look, and saw on the earth their bound hopes. Then arose Glaucon, and Apollo inspired him.”
“Fighting for the envoys and their country?”
“By Apollo!” said Glaucon, “fighting for the right of things!{181}”
“First, good as any rhapsode, he gave five lines from Homer! Then he spoke6 of his own motion, or of Apollo’s motion. He would have Justice reign22 over the countries of men, and none take advantage of his neighbour!”
“Hmmm!”
“So sounded the Prytaneum.—I find that I cannot give all his arguments, but they were good ones. There was opposition—not from the envoys; they breathed softly and seemed to feel the warmth of the sun after winter—but Diocles and Timotheus and their following drove in in a mighty counter-current. Then might you have seen Odysseus fight the seas!”
“Justice—”
“Later he brought in friendship and alliance, and the love of a friend for the true and the beautiful in his friend, and the friend’s desire that always his friend should lift with him. So that, climbing the mountain, one should not cry down to another, ‘Lo, now the sea opens before me! lo, now I see all Hellas!’ while the other cries sorrowfully up to him, ‘Still am I in the woods and briars and among the caves!’ He made application to states.”
“By Ares!” interrupted Hippodamus, “that is not the way I look at it!”
“No, Hippodamus. But that makes appeal to Glaucon. He made application to states, and, inspired by Apollo, he laid down a principle. The true lover of man will have man free and noble wherever he be found. The true statesman wishes as much for every state.”
“Father Zeus!” cried Hippodamus, “would you have Sparta, who is already as brave, become as wise as we? This little, weak country does not matter, but Sparta—!”
“I am not speaking, Hippodamus, but Glaucon—Glau{182}con speaks. ‘The great friend, that is to say the great statesman, denies to none place and garlands! He says to none, “Lie forever on the mat at my door, be forever dog at my heels!”’ Says Glaucon, ‘Shall a state withdraw wisdom from another state, leaving it dark of knowledge so that that state no longer knows how best to help itself? Shall a state be jealous of wisdom in a fellow state? Shall a state turn aside from its fellow the rivers of wealth? Shall it say, “Mine are all the rivers! Not for you ease of your own!” Shall a state desire to soften23 the body of its fellow? Shall it say, “Not for you gymnastic nor the diet of the strong! So, if we come to battle, you will not see the glint of any god’s eye, standing24 in your ranks! No! But you shall shamefully25 flee, and I will have you in laughter, and my heart will swell26 with pride where I stand fast.” Shall a state work that, or wish to work that, toward its fellow? Shall a state say to its fellow, “Be fair for me, send me dancers and flute-players, send me grapes from your vineyards and wine from your wine presses, be for me rich views and pleasant ports, grow wheat for me, send me marble out of which I may carve the forms of the gods, but move not of yourself nor for yourself! Be much if you will, but be not free!”—O Apollo! O Apollo! Thy arrow that is drawn27 against that thus-speaking state was made by Justice in her deep cave at the head of the world! Turn—turn—turn, thus-speaking state! Make libations, pray for nobility!’”
Theodorus the sculptor looked again at the light upon Mount Lycabettus. “Something like that was what Glaucon said.”
Lycias spoke. “By Pallas, a good speech!—But now propound—Does Athens take into alliance the country that sent the envoys?{183}”
Said suddenly Lysander the silent: “I came by the cross streets from the Agora and overtook an acquaintance who had been at the Prytaneum in the train of the Archon Timotheus. He said that he would stake his fortune that Athens would do no such thing!”
“Father Zeus! I should think not!” said Hippodamus.
“Oh, then,” said Lycias, “Glaucon spoke in a dream to dream-listeners!”
Glaucon looked at the light that was now but a thin crown upon the mountains. “I think that I was dreaming,” he said. “I have strange dreams sometimes!” He gathered his mantle29 about him.—“Theodorus, are you for home?”
The two left the porch and, the slaves attending, went away in the purple twilight30 toward the Diomean Gate. Lycias and the others followed them with their eyes.
“Who is Myrina?” again asked Ion the stranger.
“How short a while have you been in Athens!—Myrina! Ask the first street urchin31 you meet! He will say to you: ‘O Arcadian, for sense and wit the het?r? are among women as is Hellas among countries! As is Athens to other cities of the Hellenes so is Myrina (and one or two others) among the het?r?. For the rest,’ continues your urchin, ‘she is now the mistress of Glaucon the statesman.’”
“Is Glaucon wived?”
“‘O thou Arcadian!’ says the street urchin, shaking his finger, ‘what of that? Know, O woodland stranger, that wives are to bear us children that we may reasonably believe to be our own, and likewise to keep in order our houses. Het?r? are for delight. Shall not a Hellene have children, house-order, and delight?’ Then will he gather his rags together and depart, shaking his head.”
“Let us, too, depart,” said Lysander the silent. “The{184} light is fading, and there is a mist gathering32 over the earth.”
In the mean time Glaucon and Theodorus pursued their way along a street not now so crowded. “Why do you not sup with Myrina?” asked the sculptor.
“That is for to-morrow.—To-night there is drudgery33 at home. I have made a trading venture to Egypt and to-night the master of the ship is to meet me and give account.”
“Cannot Cleita—?”
“Cleita!—No, she keeps household accounts, but this is man’s work.”
They came, as they spoke, to the portico34 of Glaucon’s house. Those that lounged there sprang up to greet the master; the doorkeeper opened both leaves of the door. The two entered, were brought water for hands and feet, had the dust brushed from their garments. A dog came and sprang upon Glaucon, giving welcome. The master enquired35 for supper. It was ready, and the two proceeded to the banquet-room. Presently came the master of the ship trading to Egypt. Glaucon had a couch placed for him. Moschus the shipmaster muttered something about plain men and being at a loss among gentlemen ways, then, taking the couch, reclined with an air of listening for the steersman’s call. Supper was brought, and after food wine in a great cup. The talk was of the sea-master’s adventures, for he was dead on other sides. But he could well discourse of these, and of ships and cargoes36 and harbour merchants, and he knew the middle sea from Tyre to the Pillars of Hercules; and had glimpsed the River-Ocean beyond. In his talk was spice of perils37 withstood, and of action in the breadths and narrows of the sea. Also, rich{185} terms of commerce rose like fair islets or played like dolphins.
Glaucon and Theodorus found enjoyment38 in the talk of Moschus, widening knowledge. “O Hermes!” cried Glaucon, “I think that I also have built a boat and adventured, and borne metals and weapons and oil and wine afar in trade! How good it is for man to widen until he brings all within his ring!”
Moschus at last produced his tablets and the talk fell to one voyage’s profit and loss. Theodorus dozed39 over his wine. Then Moschus and Glaucon concluded their business, and Moschus, standing up, thanked Glaucon for good entertainment, and would go to his inn until dawn light upon the road to Phalerum. Shaking off sleep, Theodorus declared he would accompany him, for he had yet to hear about mermaiden. Sculptor and shipmaster went away together. Glaucon drank wine and talked with a trusted servant, then rising from the couch left the banquet-room and went to the women’s part of the house. Here he found Cleita in tears.
He sat down beside her. “What is the matter, Cleita?”
Cleita continuing to weep, Gorgo her maid undertook to answer. “O Glaucon, my master, we do not know! I have asked her. Lycia here has asked her, Daphne has asked her. For a long time she has been pining—We would have her see the physician, but she says she has no suffering in her body—”
Cleita drew toward her a scarf of Egyptian linen40 and with it wiped her eyes. “I am tired of this house and these maids!”
“Do you wish to go out to the farm for a time?”
“I am tired of that house and those maids!{186}”
“What, then, Cleita, do you wish to do?”
Cleita wept afresh. “O ye gods, I do not know!”
Glaucon drew a breath and prayed for patience. “Be a reasonable woman, Cleita! Discontent without knowing why—wanting things without knowing what—is not reason!”
Cleita raised her head. “All day you have been going up and down and to and fro! You have been entertained.”
“Entertainment is not all in life, my Cleita.”
“That, my master,” said Gorgo, “is just what we have been telling her!”
“I never said that it was;” said Cleita. She wrapped her head in the Egyptian scarf and again dropped it upon her arms.
Glaucon seriously considered her. “Have you not the children, Cleita? Have you not the management of the house?”
“That,” said Gorgo, “is unanswerable!”
Glaucon sat upon the edge of the couch. “The gods, Cleita, have parted one way of life to women and another to men. Will you deny the gods wisdom? All of us, at times, know discontent. The soldier thinks his life hard, the statesman often would lay down his cares, the mechanic grumbles41, the servant repines. But the gods have willed degrees and duties. If women—if Athenian wives and mothers—went abroad from the house, if they were seen by all men everywhere, if we met them in the streets, the market-place, the theatre, the school, the pal?stra, where not, there would arise in the state great confusion! In a short while we should be no better than barbarians! But the gods have set comely42 bounds for women, as they have given to men freedom under the sky. Strive not against the{187} decrees of the gods! Cease this hungering and fretting43 for what is not good for you. There is impiety44, O my Cleita, in your discontent!”
Gorgo drew a breath of rapture45. “We do not need to go to Delphi!”
“Uncover your head, Cleita,” said Glaucon. “Sit up and cease this weeping!”
Cleita lay still. Then she raised herself upon her elbow, and drew the linen a little aside. “Myrina—”
“O Eros, give me patience!” thought Glaucon. He stood up. “Myrina—?”
“Myrina lives free. The het?r? have joy and light.”
“I am speaking,” said Glaucon, “not of het?r?, but of Athenian wives and mothers.” Cleita again sank her head. Glaucon, regarding her, strove at once to be master and wise. “You are a child, Cleita! If you smother46 there, you have yourself to thank!”
Nothing further coming from beneath the linen, he turned, after waiting until he was assured that it would come not, and left the gynec?um. Going, he said to himself, “She is a child! To-morrow I will buy her some basket or fan or piece of silk.”
Once more in the banquet-room he sat down and fingered the tablets covered with the accounting47 of Moschus the shipmaster. At last he pushed these aside, and with his elbows upon the table brought together his hands and rested his brow upon them. “Myrina—Myrina—Myrina! Deep and flowing and ever about me like River-Ocean—”
Myrina, from her own house, bought with earned gold, watched, too, that day, the light upon Mount Lycabettus. She saw it caress48 the temples upon the Acropolis, and of the{188} great statue of Athena make a torch, a star, blazing gold. Myrina, walking in her garden, had driven a thorn into her unsandalled foot. After three days it yet troubled her, and this day she would go to the temple of ?sculapius. She went in an adorned49 litter, borne by slaves, her nurse beside her, behind her more slaves. The litter’s curtains were partly drawn aside. Athens might see a beautiful woman within, and, coming closer, demanding of those who knew, learn that it was Myrina.... Respect—they gave it in seeming abundance. Here was a learned and fair and rich woman, with great men for lovers! Gradually there grew about and behind the moving litter a crowd of the well-beseen. Dion walked upon one side, Simonides upon the other. Myrina spoke of the thorn in her foot, and the temple of ?sculapius, and then of a new poet and a new song and a new statue and a new comedy. She had rich laughter; she span a ball of warmth, and far and wide made it, rose-hued, enclose herself and all that approached. When they came to the temple of Dionysus, Daphnis and Menalcas and Strephon joined the procession of the litter. When they came to the plane trees and the colonnade and the court of the temple of ?sculapius the slaves brought the litter close to the ground. Forth50 stepped Myrina and halted upon one foot. Arms were outstretched, Strephon’s and Daphnis’s eyes brightened, they flushed rosy-red when she rested hand upon either, used them as staves for support. Priests of ?sculapius came to meet the rich train. Here was an inner court where a fountain bubbled clearly and flowers diffused51 their odours, and here were seats of marble for patients of high note. Myrina sat, and her nurse, kneeling, drew off the sandal. The light struck upon and made bright copper52 of Myrina’s red-brown head.{189}
The physician came, examined the foot, at last drew out the troubling thorn. “By Pallas!” said Myrina, “that goes better!—I dreamed, last night, Hippias, an old dream of mine. I fought a beast with fire in a wood. What, servant of ?sculapius, do you think that that signifies?”
“I think that it signifies, Myrina, that you dreamed that you fought a beast with fire in a wood.”
“Not so! I took the dream to a soothsayer. He asked me where I would go this day, and when I told him, he said that the wood signified the new colonnade, the beast the thorn in my foot, and the fire the art of ?sculapius. O Proteus’s daughter, by name Interpretation53! What marvels54 dost thou work!”
Myrina stood up. “Give me the pearl, Xanthus! Now will I go to the altar and make thank-offering.”
The altar was reached and the altar was left by way of the main court with the colonnade around it, and all about, in the sun and in the shade, reclining or seated or standing, the many who would consult the servants of ?sculapius. Here were men and here were women, and the patients were attended by friends and kindred or by slaves. By all save the too much suffering the train of Myrina was watched across and across the temple court. Especially did Athenian wives and daughters watch the courtesan, watch with a keen and jealous look!
Myrina, going homeward, drew her train with her. It was then that she marked the light upon Mount Lycabettus. At her own portico she sent away the following. No, none might enter! She was not to-night for wine and song and flowers. The slaves bore her litter through the doors; the doorkeeper brought clangorously to the leaves, dropped in place the iron bars. Those who had convoyed{190} her home fell back, turned in the narrow street, and went off with grumbling55, laughter, and singing. “Nowadays, nowadays, only Glaucon lives in the world!”
In her chamber56, when the lights had been brought, Myrina said to the old woman, Phrygia, her nurse: “Athenians should teach their wives better manners! I feel as if I had been bathed in vinegar!”
“They are jealous, and they would be scornful,” said Phrygia, fastening the sandal.
“Poor, dull, wing-clipped, house-kept wrens57 and sparrows!”
“You are proud and would be scornful!” said Phrygia.
“Is it not something to be not as they are?”
“A many women are slaves and poor,” said old Phrygia. “And another many are these wives of free Hellenes, liking58 not bright birds loose in the barnyard, while they have a chain at the foot! And another many are the courtesans. But these struggle among themselves, and if their beauty goes not even their wit can save them.”
“Mother Demeter! How many have beauty and wit?”
“Lo, you, now,” said old Phrygia, “how the bright bird sings! Where the dark is for so many, can you hold the light?”
“Glaucon—Glaucon!”
“You care for naught59 beside if only you have Glaucon!”
“Is there aught beside?”
“Were all the world afire, so that the light made your toy to shine—! So have been others before you and will be after you, mistress!”
Myrina lay down to sleep amid lambs’ wool and fine Egyptian linen. In the bright dawn she waked and lay{191} regarding from her warm bed the room that the dawn turned a pale rose. Out from the wall was placed a statue of the old-and-young god Eros, and it was a marvellous piece of work, and Myrina’s eyes caressed60 it. The warmth of the bed was good, the clear rose feel of the room, the just-heard, slow breathing of the two slave-girls sleeping at the door. Myrina lay still and indolent. It was good not to have to go forth and fend61 for food, whether for yourself or for others.... Glaucon—Glaucon!... Warmth and idleness wove ten thousand magic chains.
Yesterday he had not come because he had been at the Prytaneum. Her mind opened upon that place. The Prytaneum ... the House of the central hearth62, of the sacred fire, the formal “Home” of the people. When colonies went forth the men took a brand from the hearth of the Prytaneum, kindled63 afar another hearth and built around it a Prytaneum. The City Hearth, Hall, Home—the Country Hearth—the Hearth and Middle Fire.... Myrina, lying in the room that was like a shell tossed upon a silver bank, filled only with the dream sound of dream tides, saw as it were the hearth afar, and the forms around it, that were all the forms of men, for men made that hearth to glow and burn.
Myrina turned upon her arm.
Later in the morning she rose and bathed, and the slave-girls put upon her a festival dress. To-day was to be held a celebration, choice and beautiful, before the Temple of Athena of the Victory. Myrina would go observe it, and perhaps afterwards for a little excursion beyond the walls, beside the shady Ilissus. Glaucon would not come till sunset—the day must somehow be passed!
Athena of the Victory and her throng64 helped by the{192} limping hours. When there was no more good to be gotten there Myrina proceeded in her litter, slave-borne, through the southern Gate, and so on to the cool, brown stream, plane- and olive-shaded. Here, descending65 from the litter, she sat upon a rich cloth that they spread for her beneath a tree, huge, with mossed trunk and branches where the cicadas were making music. With her were Dion and Simonides, Phrygia her nurse, and a Thessalian slave-girl. Dion had a roll overwritten with poems. He read, and they discussed the verses that were read.
Came by an unsandalled man with a grey beard, and gave them good-day beneath the tree. “Good-day, Myrina the fair woman!”
“Good-day, Myrrhus the philosopher! Will you drink with me a cup of wine?”
“That will I!” said Myrrhus, “and with thanks for the boon66!”
The slaves poured the wine, and the philosopher drank. Said Myrina: “Dion and Simonides and I were disputing—Make me a gift in return, O Myrrhus, and answer three questions.”
“If I may, I will, Myrina the fair. What is the first?”
“Why, Myrrhus, when the sculptors67 make great forms of goddesses who are women, and why, when the poets write with so great beauty of goddesses who are women, and why when all hearts grant to these, who are surely women, power and attributes, why do the Hellenes rate women so low?”
“Those others,” said Myrrhus, “are Olympian women.”
“Am I answered?—This is the second question. Does ?schylus speak truly for Apollo when he causes him to say{193}—
“‘The mother bears, but never truly makes the child,
Only the father makes’?”
“I, O Myrina, am not a poet but a philosopher.—So ?schylus said Apollo said.—Women cry to Demeter for many things, but never, that I heard of, for vengeance68 upon ?schylus! So, none objecting, it must be true.”
The cicadas made music in the tree. Myrina regarded the dust at her feet. She laughed, a dry sound like the cicadas’ tune28. “Low things, rated lowly, put up low claims.—Give me wine, Xanthus.”
Dion, who, and he might, would have had Glaucon’s place, whispered to her, “You are not as other women, but sit among the Olympians.”
Myrina drank wine, and drank self-praise and lover’s praise, and laughed again, this time with loosened and golden throat. “Here, O Myrrhus, is the third and easy question!—What is wisdom?”
“Wisdom is to lift ourselves from ourselves.—And now, Myrina, having given gift for gift, I go on to the feast at the house of Callicles the sophist.”
Myrina, too, looked at the sun. “It is in the Glaucon quarter!” she cried to herself. Going homeward, she seemed to listen, but was not listening to those beside her. “Glaucon—Glaucon—Glaucon—Glaucon—”
With the last light upon the mountains came Glaucon. Much Athenian business had filled his day, but now he was here, white-robed, garlanded and bright-eyed, with arms that strained, with lips that pressed. Myrina’s arms strained back, Myrina’s lips pressed his lips. “I love you!” said Myrina. “I love you!”
They sat in a flower-decked room, and though Myrina had flute-girls playing in the distance, and though slaves{194} came and went bringing dishes and wine, they heeded69 these not.
“I love you!”
“I love you!”
“I love you most!”
“No, I love you most!”
There was something in the word “most” that brought them back to it. That was when they had eaten, though sparingly, when dishes had been taken away but wine left, when the flute-girls cascading70 endlessly sweet sound, seemed to go farther away, when the slaves had been dismissed after bringing perfumed lamps, when there was before them the round dark pearl of the richer night.
“You love me not as I love you!”
“Ah, Glaucon!—Ah, Glaucon!”
“Did you love me as I love you—You were in my mind all day—”
“And were you not in my mind?”
“I know that you went to Athena of the Victory. And then you would fare farther forth, be a nymph of Ilissus—”
“Were you not in my mind for all that?”
“No! It is not so that you would take absence, did you love me truly!”
“Did you not do many things this day? Yesterday also? Yet you swear that you love me!”
“That is a man’s work. That must go on.—But you, alas71! You rove in a garden for pleasure!”
“You speak less than the truth!”
“Was not Dion beside you? By Hermes, I bear his footfall beside your litter!”
“If he was, what then? Am I not free?{195}”
“Free? Who is free that loves? I have tied your chains about my heart. Drag free, if you can!”
“If I love you not, I am free!”
“So you love me not, but love Dion!”
“Take your hand from me!—What fiends are you men!”
“No! But you are fiends—”
“Loved—loved—”
“Loved—”
“Glaucon—Glaucon!”
“Myrina—Myrina—Myrina!”
The two embraced with a stormy passion. They held each other’s hands. The fluting72, fluting of the musicians, far among the columns, hidden by flowering bushes, sounded sweet as springtime on Olympus. “I have loved you from the first!”—“And I you!”—“I will love you always!”—“And I you!”
Spring joy, fair harmony, held while the moon without mounted above the olive trees. Then, little by little, again the voices grew iron and poison came into the taste.
“But if you loved me—!”
“But if you loved me—!”
“Dion’s footfall beside your litter.... Strephon’s music in your ear! Every day, through Athens, goes your litter, and there is drawn a throng. On high days, at spectacles, you are pointed73 out to strangers. There is Myrina, that Glaucon the statesman thinks loves him—”
“I would not live indoors like a wife—sampling the sun only under favour!”
“I would that the law held you by the arm as it does the wife—”
“Father Zeus, Poseidon, Hades—these three have parted among them earth, sea, and sky! Beneath Olympus,{196} they have given to men their favourites, earth and sea and sky! Now, what will men give to women? Their love!—Oh, oh, their love!”
“Woman’s love? What is that? It is craft—it is sold for ease! Love from the snake—love from the fox—”
“Maybe so, man the wolf!”
“Will you forbid Dion and these others your company? Will you stay closely in the house, go not abroad?”
“And live not till you come? And live only when you come?”
“Yes!”
“No!”
Myrina and Glaucon stood over against each other, each breathing hard. Then cried Glaucon, “You are false! I hear no music in this house to-night, smell no flowers!” He lifted his robed arm between them, burst from the room, called to his slave Milo. Myrina heard the doorkeeper opening the door at his imperious word. Glaucon was gone in black anger and jealousy74.
The nurse Phrygia came into the room, and found Myrina seated, Asian fashion, upon the floor before the marble figure of Aphrodite.
“Phrygia,” said Myrina, “men and women are beings without reason.”
“Will you send for him back?”
“Will he come?”
“If you give him his way.... It is dangerous for you to quarrel with a man who is a statesman and giver of laws! In Athens the het?r? live free and esteemed75. Change may come; I would have you beware!”
“Glaucon—Glaucon—Glaucon—Glaucon!... I will not send.{197}”
“Ah, woman, yes, you will!” said Phrygia.
Light rose, light fell, rose, fell, rose—Glaucon returned not. Myrina went abroad to temple and spectacle. The great in Athens came about her; she used beauty and wit and a kind, even, of goodness—and all the time her heart ached and ached and said, “Glaucon—Glaucon—Glaucon!”
The third day she did not go out, but sat all day upon the floor before the statue of Aphrodite.
In the evening Phrygia brought her food. “You are growing hollow-eyed. If you lose your beauty, night comes down without a star!”
“Glaucon—Glaucon!”
Phyrgia sat down the silver dish. “Listen, mistress,—send for Glaucon—promise him all he wishes—forswear for him the light of the sun and the company, were it so, of the blessed gods! What! No state of affairs lives forever! His pride is fed—mayhap next month he will leave you free again! Demeter knows we all are children! Yet we must live and keep the red in our cheeks and the light in our eyes.... Man is master, but we can manage the master.”
“All slaves alike.”
“Give in, and gain the more—”
“Wolf and snake and fox.”
“Or, if you do not love him, let him go.”
“How can I do that? I know not the trick.”
“Say one word only, and I will put myself in the way to find him.... Say naught, then! Stay only as you are.”
“For the throne of Zeus can one pay too dear?”
Old Phrygia, rising, made to steal from the place.{198} Myrina caught at her dress. “Not yet—not ever, if I have courage!”
Light rose, light fell, came again a bright, a hot, and dusty day. Glaucon rose from no-sleep, and went forth upon Athenian business. The afternoon found him upon the Acropolis, near the precinct of Artemis. He was passing a grove76 of olive and myrtle—the light was sinking—when he heard his name breathed.
He gestured to those with him to go on, he himself turned under the trees. “Myrina....”
“So fearing and base a thing is woman when she is named Myrina!... Be my lover, Glaucon, and I will forswear light!”
“Did you come to me?—I would, at last, have come to you!”
“I came.... Will you go home with me?”
“I did not wholly mean unkindness.... I am not truly man the wolf.”
“Will you come? Perhaps I am only woman the snake.”
Glaucon went with her. They went together from the Acropolis into the narrow ways.
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envoys
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| 使节( envoy的名词复数 )； 公使； 谈判代表； 使节身份 | |
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sculptor
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| n.雕刻家，雕刻家 | |
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eloquence
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| n.雄辩；口才，修辞 | |
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impudent
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| adj.鲁莽的，卑鄙的，厚颜无耻的 | |
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braggart
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| n.吹牛者；adj.吹牛的，自夸的 | |
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spoke
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| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
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courageous
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| adj.勇敢的，有胆量的 | |
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pal
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| n.朋友，伙伴，同志；vi.结为友 | |
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mingled
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| 混合，混入( mingle的过去式和过去分词 )； 混进，与…交往[联系] | |
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mighty
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| adj.强有力的；巨大的 | |
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invitingly
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maker
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converse
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| vi.谈话，谈天，闲聊；adv.相反的，相反 | |
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undoubtedly
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| adv.确实地，无疑地 | |
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encomium
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| n.赞颂；颂词 | |
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thereby
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| adv.因此，从而 | |
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immediate
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| adj.立即的；直接的，最接近的；紧靠的 | |
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barbarians
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| n.野蛮人( barbarian的名词复数 )；外国人；粗野的人；无教养的人 | |
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hatred
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| n.憎恶，憎恨，仇恨 | |
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colonnade
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| n.柱廊 | |
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discourse
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| n.论文，演说；谈话；话语；vi.讲述，著述 | |
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reign
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| n.统治时期，统治，支配，盛行；v.占优势 | |
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soften
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| v.(使)变柔软；(使)变柔和 | |
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standing
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| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
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shamefully
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| 可耻地； 丢脸地； 不体面地； 羞耻地 | |
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swell
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| vi.膨胀，肿胀；增长，增强 | |
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drawn
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| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
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tune
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| n.调子；和谐，协调；v.调音，调节，调整 | |
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mantle
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| n.斗篷，覆罩之物，罩子；v.罩住，覆盖，脸红 | |
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twilight
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| n.暮光，黄昏；暮年，晚期，衰落时期 | |
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urchin
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| n.顽童；海胆 | |
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gathering
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| n.集会，聚会，聚集 | |
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drudgery
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| n.苦工，重活，单调乏味的工作 | |
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portico
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| n.柱廊，门廊 | |
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enquired
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| 打听( enquire的过去式和过去分词 )； 询问； 问问题； 查问 | |
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cargoes
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| n.（船或飞机装载的）货物( cargo的名词复数 )；大量，重负 | |
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perils
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| 极大危险( peril的名词复数 )； 危险的事（或环境） | |
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enjoyment
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| n.乐趣；享有；享用 | |
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dozed
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| v.打盹儿，打瞌睡( doze的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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linen
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| n.亚麻布，亚麻线，亚麻制品；adj.亚麻布制的，亚麻的 | |
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grumbles
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| 抱怨( grumble的第三人称单数 )； 发牢骚； 咕哝； 发哼声 | |
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comely
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| adj.漂亮的，合宜的 | |
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fretting
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| n. 微振磨损 adj. 烦躁的, 焦虑的 | |
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impiety
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| n.不敬；不孝 | |
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rapture
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| n.狂喜；全神贯注；着迷；v.使狂喜 | |
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smother
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| vt./vi.使窒息；抑制；闷死；n.浓烟；窒息 | |
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accounting
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| n.会计，会计学，借贷对照表 | |
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caress
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| vt./n.爱抚，抚摸 | |
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adorned
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| [计]被修饰的 | |
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forth
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| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
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diffused
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| 散布的，普及的，扩散的 | |
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copper
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| n.铜；铜币；铜器；adj.铜(制)的；(紫)铜色的 | |
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interpretation
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| n.解释，说明，描述；艺术处理 | |
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marvels
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| n.奇迹( marvel的名词复数 )；令人惊奇的事物（或事例）；不平凡的成果；成就v.惊奇，对…感到惊奇( marvel的第三人称单数 ) | |
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grumbling
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| adj. 喃喃鸣不平的, 出怨言的 | |
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chamber
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| n.房间，寝室；会议厅；议院；会所 | |
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wrens
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| n.鹪鹩( wren的名词复数 ) | |
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liking
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| n.爱好；嗜好；喜欢 | |
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naught
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| n.无，零 [=nought] | |
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caressed
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fend
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hearth
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| n.壁炉炉床，壁炉地面 | |
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kindled
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| （使某物）燃烧，着火( kindle的过去式和过去分词 )； 激起（感情等）； 发亮，放光 | |
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throng
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| n.人群，群众；v.拥挤，群集 | |
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descending
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| n. 下行 adj. 下降的 | |
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boon
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| n.恩赐，恩物，恩惠 | |
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sculptors
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| 雕刻家，雕塑家( sculptor的名词复数 )； [天]玉夫座 | |
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vengeance
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| n.报复，报仇，复仇 | |
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heeded
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| v.听某人的劝告，听从( heed的过去式和过去分词 )；变平，使（某物）变平( flatten的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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cascading
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| 流注( cascade的现在分词 )； 大量落下； 大量垂悬； 梯流 | |
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alas
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| int.唉(表示悲伤、忧愁、恐惧等) | |
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fluting
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| 有沟槽的衣料； 吹笛子； 笛声； 刻凹槽 | |
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pointed
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| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
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jealousy
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| n.妒忌，嫉妒，猜忌 | |
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esteemed
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| adj.受人尊敬的v.尊敬( esteem的过去式和过去分词 )；敬重；认为；以为 | |
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grove
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