The Works of Lucian of Samosata — Volume 04Lucian, of Samosata
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The Works of Lucian of Samosata — Volume 04
Lucian, of Samosata
Lucian, of Samosata -- Translations into English
_Ly._ A pretty pilot this Heron, and no mistake, to get so far out in
his reckoning; a man after Nereus's heart!--But look! that is surely
Adimantus?
_Ti._ Adimantus it is. Let us hail him. Adimantus!... Son of
Strombichus!... of the deme of Myrrhinus! He must be offended with us,
or else he is deaf; it is certainly he.
_Ly._ I can make him out quite clearly now; his cloak, his walk, his
cropped head. Let us mend our pace, and catch him up.--We shall have
to pull you by the cloak, and compel you to turn round, Adimantus;
you will take no notice of our shouts. You seem like one rapt in
contemplation; you are pondering on matters of no light import?
_Ad._ Oh, it is nothing serious. An idle fancy, that came to me as I
walked, and engrossed my attention, so that I never heard you.
_Ly._ And the fancy? Tell us without reserve, unless it is a very
delicate matter. And even if it is, you know, we have all been through
the Mysteries; we can keep a secret.
_Ad._ No, I had rather not tell you; you would think it so childish.
_Ly._ Can it be a love affair? Speak on; _those_ mysteries too are not
unknown to us; we have been initiated in full torchlight.
_Ad._ Oh dear, no; nothing of that kind.--No; I was making myself an
imaginary present of a fortune--that 'vain, deluding joy,' as it has
been called; I had just reached the pinnacle of luxury and affluence
when you arrived.
_Ly._ Then all I have to say is, 'Halves!' Come, out with your wealth!
We are Adimantus's friends: let us share his superfluities.
_Ad._ Well, I lost sight of you at once on the ship--the moment I
had got you safely up, Lycinus. I was measuring the thickness of the
anchor, and you disappeared somewhere. However, I went on and saw
everything, and then I asked one of the sailors how much the vessel
brought in to her owner in an average year. Three thousand pounds, he
said, was the lowest reckoning. So afterwards, on the way back, I was
thinking: Suppose some God took it into his head to make _me_ a present
of that ship; what a glorious life I should have of it, and my friends
too! Sometimes I could make the trip myself, at other times I could
send my men. On the strength of that three thousand, I had already
built myself a house, nicely situated just above the Poecile--I would
have nothing more to say to my ancestral abode on the banks of the
Ilissus,--and was in treaty for my wardrobe and slaves and chariots and
stable. And now behold me on board, the envy of every passenger, and
the terror of my crew, who regarded me as next thing to a king; I was
getting matters shipshape, and taking a last look at the port in the
distance, when up comes Lycinus, capsizes the vessel, just as she is
scudding before a wishing wind, and sends all my wealth to the bottom.
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