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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text><body><div xml:lang="lat" type="translation" n="urn:cts:latinLit:stoa0023.stoa001.perseus-eng2"><div type="textpart" subtype="book" n="16"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="6"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p>These were the events in Gaul during that year dubious in prospect, but successful in outcome. But in the court of the Augustus envy kept barking on every side at Arbetio, as one that would soon attain the highest rank and had already prepared the insignia of imperial dignity; and a certain count, Verissimus by name, assailed him with unbridled outcry, openly charging that although he had risen from the common soldiery to the chief military command, he was not satisfied even with this, but thinking it was a slight thing, was aiming at the imperial position.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p>But in particular one <pb n="v1.p.225"/> Dorus, ex-surgeon of the targeteers, kept pursuing him; he it was who (as I stated)<note type="footnote" resp="editor">In one of the lost books.</note> when promoted under Magnentius to be centurion in charge of works of art at Rome,<note type="footnote" resp="editor">Commander of the night-patrol in charge of public buildings and monuments.</note> accused Adelphius, prefect of the city, of aiming at a higher station.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p>And when the matter came to an investigation, and everything needful for the business was at hand, a proof of the charges was looked for; when suddenly, as if by an irregular vote,<note type="footnote" resp="editor">Cf. Sallust, <title rend="italic">Jug.</title>, xxix. 5, where the reference is to voting on several questions at once; <quote xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">lex multis rebus conferta, Festus</quote>, <foreign xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">s.v.</foreign> </note> at the instance of the chamberlains (as persistent rumour reported) both those persons under restraint as implicated were released from their fetters; Dorus disappeared, and Verissimus at once held his peace, just as when on the stage the curtain is lowered and put away.<note type="footnote" resp="editor">We might say <q>The curtain is dropped,</q> but the lowering of the curtain revealed the stage of the Roman theatre. Here the reference is to putting the curtain away and closing the theatre, as in Juvenal, vi. 67 ff., <quote xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">quotiens aulaea recondita cessant et vacuo clusoque sonant fora sola theatro.</quote> </note></p></div></div><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="7"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p>At that same time Constantius, apprised by approaching rumour that when Caesar was blockaded at Sens, Marcellus had not brought aid,<note type="footnote" resp="editor">Cf. xvi. 4, 3.</note> discharged the latter from the army and commanded him to depart to his home. Whereupon Marcellus, as if staggered by a grievous insult, began to contrive a plot against Julian, presuming on Augustus, whose ears were open to every slander.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p>And so, <pb n="v1.p.227"/> when Marcellus was on his way, Eutherius, the head chamberlain, was sent immediately after him, to confute him in case he should trump up anything. But Marcellus, unware of this, presently came to Milan, blustering and making trouble, being a vain talkative fool and all but mad; and when admitted to the council, he charged Julian with being arrogant and already fitting himself with stronger pinions, so as to soar up higher; for thus he spoke with a mighty movement of his body to match his words.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p>While he was freely forging these accusations, Eutherius (as he requested) was brought in, and being commanded to say what he wished, modestly and in few words showed that the truth was veiled with lies. For while the commander of the heavy-armed infantry (as was believed) deliberately held back, Caesar, who had long been blockaded in Sens, had by his watchful energy driven back the barbarians; and Eutherius staked his own head on the promise that Julian would be a loyal servitor to his superior, so long as he should live.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>The subject prompts me to add a few facts about this same Eutherius, perhaps hardly to be credited, for the reason that if a Numa Pompilius or a Socrates should give any good report of a eunuch, and should back their statements by a solemn oath, they would be charged with having departed from the truth. But among brambles roses spring up, and among savage beasts some are tamed. Accordingly, I shall give a brief summary of the chief facts known about him.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="5"><p>He was born in Armenia of free parents, but when still very young he was kidnapped by hostile tribesmen in that neighbourhood, <pb n="v1.p.229"/> who gelded him and sold him to some Roman traders, who brought him to Constantine’s palace. There, as he grew up, he gradually gave evidence of virtuous living and intelligence. He received as much training in letters as might suffice for one of that station; conspicuous for his remarkable keenness in devising and solving difficult and knotty problems, he had extraordinary powers of memory; he was eager to do kindnesses and full of sound counsel. And if the emperor Constans had listened to him in times past, when Eutherius had grown up and was already mature, and urged honourable and upright conduct upon him, he would have been guilty of no faults, or at least of only pardonable ones.<note type="footnote" resp="editor">Text and meaning are uncertain. On the faults of Constans, cf. Aurel. Victor, 41, and Zosimus, ii. 42.</note></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="6"><p>When he had become head chamberlain,<note type="footnote" resp="editor">See Introd., xxxv.</note> he would sometimes criticise even Julian, as trained in the manners of Asia and therefore inconstant. Finally going into retirement, but afterwards summoned to the palace, always temperate and especially consistent, he so cultivated the noble virtues of loyalty and self-restraint that he was never charged, as the rest have been, with having disclosed a secret, unless it were to save another’s life, or to have been kindled with a desire to increase his wealth.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="7"><p>The result was, that when he presently retired to Rome and grew old there in a permanent home, he carried about with him a good conscience as his companion; he was honoured and loved by all classes, whereas that type of man, after amassing wealth by iniquitous means, usually seeks out secret lurking-places, like creatures of darkness shunning the sight of the multitude they have wronged.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="8"><p>In unrolling many records of the past, to see to which of the <pb n="v1.p.231"/> eunuchs of old I ought to compare him, I could find none. True, there were in times gone by those that were loyal and virtuous (although very few), but they were stained with some vice or other. For along with the excellent qualities which anyone of them had acquired by studious endeavour or natural ability he was either extortionate or despicable for his cruelty, or prone to do mischief, or too subservient to the rulers, or insolent through pride of power; but of one so well equipped in every direction I confess I have neither read nor heard, although I have relied on the abundant testimony of our age.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="9"><p>But if haply any curious student of ancient history should confront me with Menophilus, the eunuch of Mithridates, king of Pontus, let this reminder recall to him that nothing was recorded of Menophilus save this one fact, that in the supreme crisis he made a glorious showing.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="10"><p>The aforesaid king, after having been defeated in a mighty battle by Pompey and the Romans, fled to the kingdom of Colchis; he left his grown daughter, Dryptina by name, who was afflicted with a grievous disease, in the fortress of Sinhorium under the charge of this Menophilus. He, resorting to every healing remedy, entirely cured the girl and was guarding her in complete security for her father, when the fortress in which he was beleagured began to be blockaded by Mallius Priscus, the Roman commander’s lieutenant-general; and when Menophilus learned that its defenders were thinking of surrender, fearing lest, to her father’s reproach, the high-born girl might be taken alive and suffer outrage, he killed her and then plunged the sword <pb n="v1.p.233"/> into his own vitals.<note type="footnote" resp="editor">This action is not mentioned elsewhere, not even by Val. Max., i. 8, 13, where he speaks of Drypetina.</note> Now let me return to the point from which I digressed.</p></div></div><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="8"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p>After Marcellus had been worsted, as I have said, and had returned to Serdica,<note type="footnote" resp="editor">Modern Sophia, Bulgaria.</note> his native place, in the camp of Augustus, under pretext of upholding his imperial majesty, many abominable acts were committed.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p>For if anyone consulted a soothsayer about the squeaking of a shrew-mouse, the meeting with a weasel on the way, or any like portent, or used some old wife’s charm to relieve pain (a thing which even medical authority allows), he was indicted (from what source he could not guess), was haled into court, and suffered death as the penalty.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p>At about that time a certain slave, Danus by name, was accused by his wife on trifling charges merely to intimidate him; this woman was approached by Rufinus, who had come to know her in some way or other. He was the man who had given certain information that he had learned through Gaudentius, one of the agents,<note type="footnote" resp="editor">See note 2, p. 98.</note> and had caused the death of Africanus, then governor-general of Pannonia, along with his guests, as I have related;<note type="footnote" resp="editor">xv. 3, 7.</note> he was even then, because of his obsequiousness, chief steward of the praetorian prefecture.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>This Rufinus (as he kept boastfully saying) led the fickle woman, first into shameful <pb n="v1.p.235"/> relations with him, and then into a dangerous deceit; he induced her by a tissue of lies to charge her guiltless husband with high treason, and to allege that he had stolen a purple robe from Diocletian’s tomb and with several accomplices was concealing it.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="5"><p>And having thus framed these matters to the destruction of many persons, Rufinus himself, in hope of greater profit, flies to the emperor’s camp, to stir up his customary scandals. And when the fact was divulged, Mavortius, then praetorian prefect, a man of high resolution, was bidden to look into the charge with a keen investigation, having associated with him, to hear the case in common, Ursulus, count of the largesses,<note type="footnote" resp="editor">See Introd., pp. xl f.</note> likewise a man of praiseworthy severity.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="6"><p>So when the affair had been exaggerated, after the standard of the times, and after the torture of many persons nothing was discovered, and the judges were hesitating in perplexity, at last truth, crushed to earth, breathed again, and at the point of necessity the woman confessed that Rufinus was the contriver of the whole plot, and did not even keep back the shame of her adultery. And at once the laws were consulted and the judges, unanimous in their love of right and justice, condemned them both to death.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="7"><p>Constantius, on learning this, raged and lamented, as if the defender of his own life had perished; he sent fast horsemen and commanded Ursulus in threatening terms to return to the court. And when he had come there and wished to approach the emperor, the courtiers tried to keep him from being able to appear in defence of the truth. But he, scorning those who would hold him back, burst through <pb n="v1.p.237"/> fearlessly and, entering the council-chamber, with frank speech and bold heart told what had been done; and by this confidence having stopped the mouths of the flatterers, he delivered both the prefect and himself from a grave danger.</p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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