Biographical fiction; Cyrus, King of Persia, -529 B.C. -- Fiction; Education of princes -- Fiction
"To call what you have done evil, Cyrus, is impossible. But your
benefits are of such a kind that the more they multiply upon me, the
heavier burden do they bring. [26] I would far rather," he went on,
"have made your country great by own power than see mine exalted in this
way by you. These deeds of yours are a crown of glory to you; but they
bring dishonour to me. [27] And for the wealth, I would rather have made
largess of it to yourself than receive it at your hands in the way
you give it now. Goods so gotten only leave me the poorer. And for my
subjects--I think I would have suffered less if you had injured them
a little than I suffer now when I see how much they owe you. [28]
Perhaps," he added, "you find it inhuman of me to feel thus, but I would
ask you to forget me and imagine that you are in my place and see how it
would appear to you then. Suppose a friend of yours were to take care of
your dogs, dogs that you bred up to guard yourself and your house, such
care that he made them fonder of him than of yourself, would you be
pleased with him for his attention? [29] Or take another instance, if
that one seems too slight: suppose a friend of yours were to do so much
for your own followers, men you kept to guard you and to fight for
you, that they would rather serve in his train than yours, would you be
grateful to him for his kindness? [30] Or let me take the tenderest of
human ties: suppose a friend of yours paid court to the wife of your
bosom so that in the end he made her love him more than yourself, would
he rejoice your heart by his courtesy? Far from it, I trow; he who did
this, you would say, did you the greatest wrong in all the world. [31]
And now, to come nearest to my own case, suppose some one paid such
attention to your Persians that they learnt to follow him instead of
you, would you reckon that man your friend? No; but a worse enemy
than if he had slain a thousand. [32] Or again, say you spoke in all
friendship to a friend and bade him take what he wished, and straightway
he took all he could lay hands on and carried it off, and so grew rich
with your wealth, and you were left in utter poverty, could you say that
friend was altogether blameless? [33] And I, Cyrus, I feel that you have
treated me, if not in that way, yet in a way exactly like it. What you
say is true enough: I did allow you to take what you liked and go, and
you took the whole of my power and went, leaving me desolate, and to-day
you bring the spoil you have won with my forces, and lay it so grandly
at my feet--magnificent! And you make my country great through the help
of my own might, while I have no part or lot in the performance, but
must step in at the end, like a woman, to receive your favours, while in
the eyes of all men, not least my faithful subjects yonder, you are the
man, and I--I am not fit to wear a crown. [34] Are these, I ask you,
Cyrus, are these the deeds of a benefactor? Nay, had you been kind as
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