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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Tell us, dear Cyran," said the Roman beauty "tell us a tale of old Judea." "Beloved mistress," said Cyran, kneeling by the side of Arria and kissing the border of her robe, "listen; I will tell you of the coming of the great love. Long ago there was a maiden of Galilee so beautiful that many came far to see her.
Has he not read of Arria, who, under imperial despotism, when her husband was condemned to die by a tyrant, plunged the sword into her own bosom, and, handing it to her husband, said, 'Take it, Pætus, it does not hurt, and expired? "To come to a later period, what says the history of our Anglo-Saxon ancestors?
It may be they will give you this great love." "It is here it is in her soul and mine!" the youth declared, his arm about Arria. "It has prepared us for any trial even parting." "I have so much happiness already," said the girl. "So much it will keep me through many years." "Then it is the great love, and I thank the gods I have seen it," said the Lady Claudia. "Who may say where it shall end?"
But, what was more grievous to me than all these demonstrations of his extravagant passion for that infamous woman, he had the assurance, in a letter to my brother, to call her his wife. Which of you, ladies, could have patiently borne this treatment? Arria. Not I, madam, in truth.
Arria, the wife of Caecina Paetus, a consular person, was the mother of another Arria, the wife of Thrasea Paetus, he whose virtue was so renowned in the time of Nero, and by this son-in-law, the grandmother of Fannia: for the resemblance of the names of these men and women, and their fortunes, have led to several mistakes.
The wound I gave mine was but a scratch in comparison to many you felt. Yet I don't know whether it would be any benefit to the world that there should be in it many Octavias. Too good subjects are apt to make bad kings. Portia. True, Arria; the wives of Brutus and Cecinna Paetus may be allowed to have spirits a little rebellious. Octavia was educated in the Court of her brother.
"Think not of that I shall make terms with him," said Antipater. "She shall never wed a weak-hearted tribune." "You speak lightly of my friend," said Appius. "I like it not, good sire." "Son of Herod," said Arria, drawing rein, "we cannot longer enjoy your company." Appius halted the troop. For a little Antipater was dumb with astonishment.
Will you ride with us?" "Already the gods give me honor," said the prince, bowing politely as the troop made way for him. "I doubt not they will add health and wisdom. But there is a blessing I put above either." They started slowly, Antipater riding between Arria and her brother in advance of the troop. "And shall we ask the gods to grant it?" said Arria. "Yes, for it is your favor, sweet girl.
A letter had started him, which, according to the great historian of that time, was warm with affectionate greeting. Antipater, also, was to take ship for Judea. He had learned of the departure of Appius and Arria, and had pushed his horses to the limit of their speed in order to overtake them. When he first saw the troop of the young Roman, he left his column and came rushing on to greet them.
"And I what am I, now, but one of his flies caught in the mighty web?" he thought. "Love and its peace have come to me and I shall know them for three days and perhaps no longer." His wealth and rank and influence might, if used with diplomacy, have kept him at home, for, after all, he was a Varro; but Arria had been used to press him into bondage. "Another test!" he said to himself.
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