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You remember what the tragedian says: stay! no!—it’s the comedian,—it’s Menander”—— “To Orcus and Erebus with all the tragedy and comedy that ever was spouted!” exclaimed Aristo. “Can you do nothing for me? Can’t you give me a crumb of consolation or sympathy, encouragement or suggestion?
But yet neither the first Chaos, Orcus, Saturn, or Japhet, nor any of those threadbare, musty gods were my father, but Plutus, Riches; that only he, that is, in spite of Hesiod, Homer, nay and Jupiter himself, divum pater atque hominum rex, the father of gods and men, at whose single beck, as heretofore, so at present, all things sacred and profane are turned topsy-turvy.
My soul whispers hope, it sweeps exultingly beyond the boding hour, it revels in the future its own courage is its fittest omen. If I were to perish so suddenly and so soon, the shadow of death would darken over me, and I should feel the icy presentiment of my doom. My soul would express, in sadness and in gloom, its forecast of the dreary Orcus. But it smiles it assures me of deliverance.
Stands the seven-hilled city as of yore Oft her orphaned lot awakes my tear, For alas, her Caesar is no more? BRUTUS. Ha! thou with the three-and-twenty wounds! Who hath, dead one, summoned thee to light? Back to gaping Orcus' fearful bonds, Haughty mourner! triumph not to-night! On Philippi's iron altar, lo!
Better a live dog than a dead lion; better the meanest slave that draws breath, than the monarch of Orcus. Surely it is not in the region of shadows that the savage will look for the great "all-father;" but in the world of solid, tangible realities.
After ascending the sea coast the troop skirted the northern slopes of the Apennines, passing close to the battlefield of Trebia, and crossing the Po by a ford, ascended the banks of the Orcus, and reached Clotilde's native village. A few ruins alone marked where it had stood. Malchus halted there and despatched scouts far up the valley.
Tell them so Zeus loves me! Say so! It shall cease to-day! Is it true what fame with thousand tongues Has spread abroad from Ida to Mount Haemus? Zeus loves thee? Zeus salutes thee in the glory Wherein the denizens of heaven regard him, When in Saturnia's arms he sinks to rest? Let, O ye gods, my gray hairs now descend To Orcus' shades, for I have lived enough!
"I will be Caia," she resumed, "upon the day when Orcus sends back the dead from Acheron." His expression of joy faded, and indignation took its place. Surely this was carrying light speech too far and at such a time. Suddenly he realized that the dictator might already have ridden on, and disgrace have fallen upon a Sergius at the very beginning of the campaign. "So be it!
'Tis love illumes the realms of night, For Orcus dark obeys his might, And bows before his magic spell All-kindly looks the king of hell At Ceres' daughter's smile so bright, Yes love illumes the realms of night! In hell were heard, with heavenly sound, Holding in chains its warder bound, Thy lays, O Thracian one!
"No hair it boots thee whether from Inachus Ancient descended, or, of the poorest born, Thy being drags, all bare and roofless Victim the same to the heartless Orcus. All are on one road driven; for each of us The urn is tossed, and, later or earlier, The lot will drop and all be sentenced Into the boat of eternal exile."
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