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CCCLXXXII
Ye good men of the Commons�察�with loving hearts and true�察�Who
stand by the bold Tribunes that still have stood by you�察 �Come�察 �make a
circle round me�察�and mark my tale with care�察�A tale of what Rome once
hath borne�察 �of what Rome yet may bear。 This is no Grecian fable�察 �of
fountains running wine�察�Of maids with snaky tresses�察�or sailors turned to
swine。 Here�察�in this very Forum�察�under the noonday sun�察�In sight of all the
people�察�the bloody deed was done。 Old men still creep among us who saw
that fearful day�察�Just seventy years and seven ago�察�when the wicked Ten
bare sway。
Of all the wicked Ten still the names are held accursed�察�And of
all the wicked Ten Appius Claudius was the worst。 He stalked along the
Forum like King Tarquin in his pride�此 �Twelve axes waited on him�察 �six
marching on a side�察 �The townsmen shrank to right and left�察 �and eyed
askance with fear His lowering brow�察 �his curling mouth which always
seemed to sneer�察 �That brow of hate�察 �that mouth of scorn�察 �marks all the
kindred still�察�For never was there Claudius yet but wished the Commons
ill�察 �Nor lacks he fit attendance�察 �for close behind his heels�察 �With
outstretched chin and crouching pace�察�the client Marcus steals�察�His loins
girt up to run with speed�察 �be the errand what it may�察 �And the smile
flickering on his cheek�察�for aught his lord may say。 Such varlets pimp and
jest for hire among the lying Greeks�此 �Such varlets still are paid to hoot
when brave Licinius speaks。 Where'er ye shed the honey�察�the buzzing flies
will crowd�察 �Where'er ye fling the carrion�察 �the raven's croak is loud�察�
Where'er down Tiber garbage floats�察 �the greedy pike ye see�察 �And
wheresoe'er such lord is found�察�such client still will be。
Just then�察 �as through one cloudless chink in a black stormy sky
Shines out the dewy morning´star�察 �a fair young girl came by。 With her
small tablets in her hand�察 �and her satchel on her arm�察 �Home she went
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bounding from the school�察�nor dreamed of shame or harm�察�And past those
dreaded axes she innocently ran�察 �With bright frank brow that had not
learned to blush at gaze of man�察�And up the Sacred Street she turned�察�and�察�
as she danced along�察�She warbled gayly to herself lines of the good old
song�察 �How for a sport the princes came spurring from the camp�察 �And
found Lucrece�察�combing the fleece�察�under the midnight lamp。 The maiden
sang as sings the lark�察 �when up he darts his flight�察 �From his nest in the
green April corn�察�to meet the morning light�察�And Appius heard her sweet
young voice�察 �and saw her sweet young face�察 �And loved her with the
accursed love of his accursed race�察�And all along the Forum�察�and up the
Sacred Street�察�His vulture eye pursued the trip of those small glancing feet。
。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。
Over the Alban mountains the light of morning broke�察�From all the
roofs of the Seven Hills curled the thin wreaths of smoke�此�The city´gates
were opened�察 �the Forum all alive With buyers and with sellers was
humming like a hive�此�Blithely on brass and timber the craftsman's stroke
was ringing�察�And blithely o'er her panniers the market´girl was singing�察�
And blithely young Virginia came smiling from her home�此�Ah� �woe for
young Virginia�察�the sweetest maid in Rome� �With her small tablets in her
hand�察�and her satchel on her arm�察�Forth she went bounding to the school�察�
nor dreamed of shame or harm。 She crossed the Forum shining with stalls
in alleys gay�察�And just had reached the very spot whereon I stand this day�察�
When up the varlet Marcus came�察�not such as when erewhile He crouched
behind his patron's heels with the true client smile�此�He came with lowering
forehead�察�swollen features�察�and clenched fist�察�And strode across Virginia's
path�察�and caught her by the wrist。 Hard strove the frightened maiden�察�and
screamed with look aghast�察�And at her scream from right and left the folk
came running fast�察�The money´changer Crispus�察�with his thin silver hairs�察�
And Hanno from the stately booth glittering with Punic wares�察�And the
strong smith Mur �n a�察 �grasping a half´forged brand�察 �And Volero the
flesher�察�his cleaver in his hand。 All came in wrath and wonder�察�for all knew
that fair child�察�And�察�as she passed them twice a day�察�all kissed their hands
and smiled�察�And the strong smith Mur �n a gave Marcus such a blow�察�The
caitiff reeled three paces back�察 �and let the maiden go。 Yet glared he
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fiercely round him�察�and growled in harsh�察�fell tone�察 �`She's mine�察�and I will
have her�察�I seek but for mine own�此�She is my slave�察�born in my house�察�and
stolen away and sold�察�The year of the sore sickness�察�ere she was twelve
hours old。 'Twas in the sad September�察�the month of wail and fright�察�Two
augers were borne forth that morn�察 �the Consul died ere night。 I wait on
Appius Claudius�察�I waited on his sire�此�Let him who works the client wrong
beware the patron's ire。''
So spake the varlet Marcus�察�and dread and silence came On all the
people at the sound of the great Claudian name。 For then there was no
Tribune to speak the word of might�察�Which makes the rich man tremble�察�
and guards the poor man's right。 There was no brave Licinius�察�no honest
Sixtius then�察�But all the city�察�in great fear�察�obeyed the wicked Ten。 Yet ere
the varlet Marcus again might seize the maid�察�Who clung tight to Mur �n
a's skirt�察 �and sobbed�察 �and shrieked for aid�察 �Forth through the throng of
gazers the young Icilius pressed�察�And stamped his foot�察�and rent his gown�察�
and smote upon his breast�察 �And sprang upon that column�察 �by many a
minstrel sung�察�Whereon three mouldering helmets�察 �three rusting swords�察�
are hung�察�And beckoned to the people�察�and in bold voice and clear Poured
thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to hear。
``Now�察�by your children's cradles�察�now by your fathers' graves�察�Be
men to´day�察 �Quirites�察 �or be forever slaves� �For this did Servius give us
laws�拭 �For this did Lucrece bleed�拭 �For this was the great vengeance
wrought on Tarquin's evil seed�拭�For this did those false sons make red the
axes of their sire�拭�For this did Sc �vola's right hand hiss in the Tuscan fire�拭�
Shall the vile fox´earth awe the race that stormed the lion's den�拭�Shall we�察�
who could not brook one lord�察 �crouch to the wicked Ten�拭 �Oh�察 �for that
ancient spirit which curbed the Senate's will� �Oh�察�for the tents which in old
time whitened the Sacred Hill� �In those brave days our fathers stood firmly
side by side�察�They faced the Marcian fury�察�they tamed the Fabian pride�此�
They drove the fiercest Quinctius an outcast forth from Rome�察�They sent
the haughtiest Claudius with shivered fasces home。 But what their care
bequeathed us our madness flung away�此�All the ripe fruit of threescore
years was blighted in a day。 Exult�察�ye proud Patricians� �The hard´fought
fight is o'er。 We strove for honors'twas in vain�察�