<GetPassage xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns="http://chs.harvard.edu/xmlns/cts">
            <request>
                <requestName>GetPassage</requestName>
                <requestUrn>urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0032.tlg007.perseus-eng2:5.5.1-5.5.11</requestUrn>
            </request>
            <reply>
                <urn>urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0032.tlg007.perseus-eng2:5.5.1-5.5.11</urn>
                <passage>
                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="edition" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0032.tlg007.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="book" n="5"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="5"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p><milestone unit="para" ed="P"/>When this had been accomplished, he sent to<note resp="Loeb" type="Com" anchored="true"><persName>Cyrus</persName> requests Cyaxares to come</note> Cyaxares and requested him to come to camp to hold a council of war concerning the disposition to be made of the forts which they had captured, and, after reviewing the army, to advise what steps he thought they ought to take next for the future conduct of the war. <said direct="true">But if he bids me,</said> said he, <said direct="true">tell him that I would come and join camps with him.</said> 
</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p><milestone unit="para" ed="P"/>Accordingly, the messenger went away to deliver this message. Meanwhile <persName>Cyrus</persName> had given orders to bring out the tent of the Assyrian king which the Medes had selected for Cyaxares, to make it ready with all kinds of furnishings, and to conduct into the women’s apartments of the tent the woman and with her the music-girls, who had been selected for Cyaxares. And this was done. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p><milestone unit="para" ed="P"/>When the envoy to Cyaxares had delivered his<note resp="Loeb" type="Com" anchored="true" place="margin">Reinforcements arrive from <placeName key="tgn,7000231">Persia</placeName></note> message, Cyaxares gave it his attention and decided that it was better for the army to stay at the frontier. And there was the more reason, for the Persians whom <persName>Cyrus</persName> had sent for had come—forty thousand bowmen and peltasts. 
</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>And as he saw that these were a severe drain on the Median land, it seemed to him more desirable to get rid of the present army than to admit another host. So when the officer in command of the reinforcements from <placeName key="tgn,7000231">Persia</placeName> inquired of Cyaxares, in accordance with the instructions<note resp="Loeb" type="Com" anchored="true" place="margin">IV. v. 31</note> he had from <persName>Cyrus</persName>, whether he had any need of his army, he said <said direct="true">No</said>; and so this general went that same day at the head of his forces to <persName>Cyrus</persName>, for he heard that <persName>Cyrus</persName> was in that neighbourhood. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="5"><p><milestone unit="para" ed="P"/>On the following day Cyaxares set out with the<note resp="Loeb" type="Com" anchored="true" place="margin">Meeting between <persName>Cyrus</persName> and his uncle</note> Median cavalry who had stayed with him, and when <persName>Cyrus</persName> learned that he was approaching, he went out to meet him with the Persian cavalry, which was now a large body; he took with him also all the Median, Armenian, and Hyrcanian horse, and those of the rest of the allies who were the best mounted and best armed; all these he took with him by way of displaying his forces to Cyaxares. 
</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="6"><p>But when Cyaxares saw many fine, valiant men in the company of <persName>Cyrus</persName>, while his own escort was small and of little worth, he thought it a thing dishonourable, and grief gat hold on him. So when <persName>Cyrus</persName> dismounted from his horse and came up to him, intending to kiss him according to custom, Cyaxares dismounted from his horse but turned away. He refused to kiss him and could not conceal his tears. 
</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="7"><p><milestone unit="para" ed="P"/>Thereupon <persName>Cyrus</persName> bade all the rest withdraw and wait. And he himself caught Cyaxares by the hand, led him to the shade of some palm-trees away from the road, ordered some Median rugs to be spread for him, and begged him to be seated; then sitting down beside him, he spoke as follows: 
</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="8"><p><milestone unit="para" ed="P"/><said direct="true">In the name of all the gods, uncle,</said> said he,<note resp="Loeb" type="Com" anchored="true" place="margin">Cyaxares’s jealous complaints</note> <said direct="true">tell me why you are angry with me; and what do you find wrong that you take it so amiss?</said>
<milestone unit="para" ed="P"/><said direct="true">Because, <persName>Cyrus</persName>,</said> Cyaxares then made answer, <said direct="true">while I am supposed to be the scion of a royal father and of a line of ancestors who were kings of old as far back as the memory of man extends, and while I am called a king myself, still I see myself riding along with a mean and unworthy equipage, while you come before me great and magnificent in the eyes of my own retinue as well as the rest of your forces.</said> 
</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="9"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">And this I think it a hard thing to suffer even at the enemy’s hands and much harder, O Zeus, at the hands of those from whom I should least of all expect such treatment. For I think I should rather ten times sink into the earth than be seen so humiliated and see my own men disregarding me and laughing at me; for I am not ignorant of the fact not only that you are greater than I, but also that even my vassals come to meet me more powerful than I am myself and well enough equipped to do more harm to me than I can do to them.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="10"><p><milestone unit="para" ed="P"/>And as he said this he was still more violently overcome with weeping, so that he affected <persName>Cyrus</persName>, too, till his eyes filled with tears. But after pausing for a moment <persName>Cyrus</persName> answered him as follows:<milestone unit="para" ed="P"/><said direct="true">Well, Cyaxares, in this you do not speak truly<note resp="Loeb" type="Com" anchored="true"><persName>Cyrus</persName> reasons with his uncle</note> nor do you judge correctly, if you think that by my presence the Medes have been put in a position to do you harm;</said> 
</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="11"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">but that you are angered and threaten them gives me no surprise. However, whether your anger against them is just or unjust, I will not stop to inquire; for I know that you would be offended to hear me speak in their defence. To me, however, it seems a serious error for a ruler to be angry with all his subjects at the same time; for, as a matter of course, threatening many makes many enemies, and being angry with all at the same time inspires them all with a common sense of wrong.</said></p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
                </passage>
            </reply>
            </GetPassage>