A Pharian
triumph, Caesar in her train;
And 'twas in doubt upon Leucadian (4) waves
Whether a woman, not of Roman blood,
Should hold the world in awe. Such lofty thoughts
Seized on her soul upon that night in which
The
wanton daughter of Pellaean kings
First shared our leaders' couches. Who shall blame
Antonius for the
madness of his love,
When Caesar's
haughty breast drew in the flame?
Who red with carnage, 'mid the clash of arms,
In palace
haunted by Pompeius' shade,
Gave place to love; and in adulterous bed,
Magnus forgotten, from the Queen impure,
To Julia gave a brother: on the bounds,
Of furthest Libya permitting thus
His foe to gather: he in dalliance base
Waited upon his
mistress, and to her
Pharos would give, for her would
conquer all.
Then Cleopatra,
trusting to her charms,
Tearless approached him, though in form of grief;
Her tresses loose as though in sorrow torn,
So best becoming her; and thus began:
"If,
mighty Caesar, aught to noble birth
Be due, give ear. Of Lagian race am I
Offspring
illustrious; from my father's
throneCast forth to
banishment; unless thy hand
Restore to me the sceptre: then a Queen
Falls at thy feet embracing. To our race
Bright star of justice thou! Nor first shall I
As woman rule the cities of the Nile;
For, neither sex preferring, Pharos bows
To queenly governance. Of my parted sire
Read the last words, by which 'tis mine to share
With equal rights the kingdom and the bed.
And loves the boy his sister, were he free;
But his affections and his sword alike
Pothinus orders. Nor wish I myself
To wield my father's power; but this my prayer:
Save from this foul
disgrace our royal house,
Bid that the king shall reign, and from the court
Remove this
hateful varlet, and his arms.
How swells his bosom for that his the hand
That shore Pompeius' head! And now he threats
Thee, Caesar, also; which the Fates avert!
'Twas shame enough upon the earth and thee
That of Pothinus Magnus should have been
The guilt or merit."
Caesar's ears in vain
Had she implored, but aided by her charms
The
wanton's prayers prevailed, and by a night
Of shame ineffable, passed with her judge,
She won his favour.
When between the pair (5)
Caesar had made a peace, by costliest gifts
Purchased, a
banquet of such glad event
Made fit
memorial; and with pomp the Queen
Displayed her luxuries, as yet unknown
To Roman fashions. First uprose the hall
Like to a fane which this corrupted age
Could scarcely rear: the lofty ceiling shone
With
richest tracery, the beams were bound
In golden coverings; no scant veneer
Lay on its walls, but built in solid blocks
Of
marble, gleamed the palace. Agate stood
In
sturdy columns,
bearing up the roof;
Onyx and porphyry on the
spacious floor
Were trodden 'neath the foot; the
mighty gates
Of Maroe's throughout were formed,
He mere adornment; ivory clothed the hall,
And fixed upon the doors with labour rare
Shells of the
tortoise gleamed, from Indian seas,
With
frequent emeralds studded. Gems of price
And yellow jasper on the couches shone.
Lustrous the coverlets; the major part
Dipped more than once within the vats of Tyre
Had drunk their juice: part
feathered as with gold;
Part
crimson dyed, in manner as are passed
Through Pharian leash the threads. There waited slaves
In number as a people, some in ranks
By different blood
distinguished, some by age;
This band with Libyan, that with
auburn hair
Red so that Caesar on the banks of Rhine
None such had witnessed; some with features scorched
By torrid suns, their locks in twisted coils
Drawn from their foreheads. Eunuchs too were there,
Unhappy race; and on the other side
Men of full age whose cheeks with growth of hair
Were hardly darkened.
Upon either hand
Lay kings, and Caesar in the midst supreme.
There in her fatal beauty lay the Queen
Thick daubed with unguents, nor with
throne content
Nor with her brother
spouse; laden she lay
On neck and hair with all the Red Sea spoils,
And faint beneath the weight of gems and gold.
Her snowy breast shone through Sidonian lawn
Which woven close by shuttles of the east
The art of Nile had loosened. Ivory feet
Bore citron tables brought from woods that wave (6)
On Atlas, such as Caesar never saw
When Juba was his
captive. Blind in soul
By
madness of
ambition, thus to fire
By such profusion of her
wealth, the mind
Of Caesar armed, her guest in civil war!
Not though he aimed with
pitiless hand to grasp
The
riches of a world; not though were here
Those ancient leaders of the simple age,
Fabricius or Curius stern of soul,
Or he who, Consul, left in
sordid garb
His Tuscan
plough, could all their several hopes
Have risen to such spoil. On plates of gold
They piled the
banquet sought in earth and air
And from the deepest seas and Nilus' waves,
Through all the world; in
craving for display,
No
hunger urging. Frequent birds and beasts,
Egypt's high gods, they placed upon the board:
In
crystal goblets water of the Nile
They handed, and in
massive cups of price
Was poured the wine; no juice of Mareot grape (7)
But noble vintage of Falernian growth
Which in few years in Meroe's vats had foamed,
(For such the clime) to ripeness. On their brows
Chaplets were placed of roses ever young
With glistening nard entwined; and in their locks
Was
cinnamon infused, not yet in air
Its
fragrance perished, nor in foreign climes;
And rich amomum from the neighbouring fields.
Thus Caesar
learned the booty of a world
To
lavish, and his breast was shamed of war
Waged with his son-in-law for meagre spoil,
And with the Pharian realm he longed to find
A cause of battle.
When of wine and feast
They wearied and their pleasure found an end,
Caesar drew out in colloquy the night
Thus with Achoreus, on the highest couch
With linen ephod as a
priest begirt:
"O thou
devoted to all
sacred rites,
Loved by the gods, as proves thy length of days,
Tell, if thou wilt,
whencesprang the Pharian race;
How lie their lands, the manners of their tribes,
The form and
worship of their deities.
Expound the sculptures on your ancient fanes:
Reveal your gods if
willing to be known:
If to th' Athenian sage your fathers taught
Their mysteries, who worthier than I
To bear in trust the secrets of the world?
True, by the rumour of my kinsman's flight
Here was I drawn; yet also by your fame:
And even in the midst of war's alarms
The stars and
heavenly spaces have I conned;
Nor shall Eudoxus' year (8) excel mine own.
But though such
ardour burns within my breast,
Such zeal to know the truth, yet my chief wish
To learn the source of your
mysterious flood
Through ages
hidden: give me certain hope
To see the fount of Nile -- and civil war
Then shall I leave."
He spake, and then the
priest:
"The secrets, Caesar, of our
mighty sires (9)
Kept from the common people until now
I hold it right to utter. Some may deem
That silence on these wonders of the earth
Were greater piety. But to the gods
I hold it
grateful that their handiwork
And
sacred edicts should be known to men.
"A different power by the primal law,
Each star possesses: (10) these alone control
The
movement of the sky, with
adverse force
Opposing: while the sun divides the year,
And day from night, and by his
potent rays
Forbids the stars to pass their stated course.
The moon by her
alternate phases sets
The varying limits of the sea and shore.
'Neath Saturn's sway the zone of ice and snow
Has passed; while Mars in lightning's fitful flames
And winds abounds' beneath high Jupiter
Unvexed by storms abides a
temperate air;
And
fruitful Venus' star contains the seeds
Of all things. Ruler of the
boundless deep
The god (11) Cyllenian: whene'er he holds
That part of heaven where the Lion dwells
With neighbouring Cancer joined, and Sirius star
Flames in its fury; where the
circular path
(Which marks the changes of the varying year)
Gives to hot Cancer and to Capricorn
Their several stations, under which doth lie
The fount of Nile, he, master of the waves,
Strikes with his beam the waters. Forth the stream
Brims from his fount, as Ocean when the moon
Commands an increase; nor shall curb his flow
Till night wins back her losses from the sun. (12)
"Vain is the ancient faith that Ethiop snows (13)
Send Nile
abundant forth upon the lands.
Those mountains know nor northern wind nor star.
Of this are proof the breezes of the South,
Fraught with warm vapours, and the people's hue
Burned dark by suns: and 'tis in time of spring,
When first are thawed the snows, that ice-fed streams
In
swollen torrents tumble; but the Nile
Nor lifts his wave before the Dog star burns;