Mythology, Greek -- Juvenile literature; Mythology, Roman -- Juvenile literature
“It is an ill fate that bringeth a just man into company with the
wicked. And of a truth there is not a worse thing upon the earth than
ill companionship, wherein the sowing is madness and the harvest is
death. For thus a godfearing man being on shipboard with godless
companions perisheth with them; and one that is righteous, if he dwell
in one city with the wicked, is destroyed with the same destruction.
So shall it fare with this Amphiaraüs; for though he be a good man
and righteous, and that feareth God, yet shall he perish because he
beareth these boasters company. And I think that he will not come near
to the gates, so well knoweth he what shall befall him. Yet have I set
Lasthenes to stand against him, young in years but old in counsel,
very keen of eye, and swift of hand to cast his javelin from under his
shield.”
“And now, O King, hear how thy brother beareth himself, for he it is
who standeth yonder at the seventh gate. For he crieth aloud that he
will climb upon the wall and slay thee, even though he die with thee,
or drive thee forth into banishment, even as thou, he saith, hast
driven him. And on his shield there is this device: a woman leading an
armed man, and while she leadeth him she saith, ‘I AM JUSTICE, AND I
WILL BRING BACK THIS MAN TO THE KINGDOM WHICH IS HIS OF RIGHT.’”
But when the King heard this he brake forth in much fury, “Now will
the curse of this house be fulfilled to the uttermost. Yet must I not
bewail myself, lest there should fall upon us an evil that is yet
greater than this. And as for this Polynices, thinketh he that signs
and devices will give him that which he coveteth? Thinketh he that
Justice is on his side? Nay, but from the day that he came forth from
the womb he hath had no converse with her, neither will she stand by
him this day. I will fight against him. Who more fit than I? Bring
forth my armor that I may make ready.”
And though the maidens entreated with many words that he would not do
this thing, but leave the place to some other of the chiefs, saying
that there was no healing or remedy for a brother’s blood shed in such
fashion, he would not hearken, but armed himself and went forth to the
battle. Thus ever doth the madness of men work out to the full the
curses of the Gods.
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