Alexander having heard this, smote Attalus with a goblet which he had in his hand; and Attalus in return struck him with his cup. And after that Olympias fled to the Molossi; and Alexander fled to the Illyrians. And Cleopatra bore to Philip a daughter who was named Europa." Euripides the poet, also, was much addicted to women: at all events Hieronymus in his Historical Commentaries speaks as follows,—"When some one told Sophocles that Euripides was a woman-hater, 'He may be,' said he, 'in his tragedies, but in his bed he is very fond of women.'" 6. But our married women are not such as Eubulus speaks of in his Female Garland-sellers— By Jove, we are not painted with vermilion. Nor with dark mulberry juice, as you are often: And then, if in the summer you go out, Two rivulets of dark discoloured hue Flow from your eyes, and sweat drops from your jaws, And makes a scarlet furrow down your neck; And the light hair, which wantons o'er your face, Seems grey, so thickly is it plastered over. [Sidenote: RAPACITY OF COURTESANS.] And Anaxilas, in his Neottis, says— The man whoe'er has loved a courtesan, Will say that no more lawless worthless race Can anywhere be found: for what ferocious Unsociable she-dragon, what Chimæra, Though it breathe fire from its mouth, what Charybdis, What three-headed Scylla, dog o' the sea, Or hydra, sphinx, or raging lioness, Or viper, or winged harpy (greedy race), Could go beyond those most accursed harlots? There is no monster greater. They alone Surpass all other evils put together. And let us now consider them in order:— First there is Plangon; she, like a chimæra, Scorches the wretched barbarians with fire; One knight alone was found to rid the world of her, Who, like a brave man, stole her furniture And fled, and she despairing, disappear'd. Then for Sinope's friends, may I not say That 'tis a hydra they cohabit with? For she is old: but near her age, and like her, Greedy Gnathæna flaunts, a two-fold evil. And as for Nannion, in what, I pray, Does she from Scylla differ? Has she not Already swallow'd up two lovers, and Open'd her greedy jaws t' enfold a third? But he with prosp'rous oar escaped the gulf. Then does not Phryne beat Charybdis hollow? Who swallows the sea-captains, ship and all. Is not Theano a mere Siren pluck'd? Their face and voice are woman's, but their legs Are feather'd like a blackbird's. Take the lot, 'Tis not too much to call them Theban Sphinxes. For they speak nothing plain, but only riddles; And in enigmas tell their victims how They love and dote, and long to be caress'd. "Would that I had a quadruped," says one, That may serve for a bed or easy chair