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SCENE III.

A Grove.—Moonlight.
Hamilcar, alone; he enters abruptly and perturbed.
HAMILCAR.
I hate their feastings: 't would have been my death,
To stay in that close room! This air is cool.—
I felt my spirit choked. Gods! was I born
To bear those drunkards' tauntings on my hue,
My garb—Numidia's garb! My native tongue—
Not tunable to their Patrician ears?
Will the blow never fall?
There's not a slave,
Not the most beggar'd, broken, creeping wretch
That lives on alms, and pillows on the ground,
But had done something before now; and I—
A soldier, and a king; the blood of kings,
Afric's last hope;—let months and years pass by,

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And still live on, a butt for ribald jests—
And more, to let Numidia's injuries sleep,
Like a chid infant's!
This is a mortal hour; the rising wind
Sounds angry, and those swift and dizzy clouds,
Made ghostly by the glances of the moon,
Seem horse and chariot for the evil shapes
That scatter ruin here.
Come from your tombs,
Warriors of Afric!—from the desert sands—
From the red field—the ever-surging sea,
Though ye were buried deeper than the plumb
Of seaman ever sounded.
Hamilcar,—Hannibal,—Jugurtha! Come,
My royal father! from the midnight den,
Where their curst Roman axes murder'd thee!
Ye shall have vengeance! Stoop upon my breast,
Clear it of man, and put therein a heart,
Like a destroying spirit's: make me fire,
The winged passion that can know no sleep,
Till vengeance has been done;—wrap up my soul

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In darkness stronger than an iron mail,
Till it is subtle, deadly, deep as night,
Close as coil'd aspics, still as tigers couch'd,
But furious as them roused. Let me fill Rome
With civil tumult, hate, conspiracy,
All dissolution of all holy ties,
'Till she has outraged Heaven, while I, unseen,
Move like a spectre round a murderer's bed,
To start upon her dying agony.
Hark! Who disturbs the night?
[He listens.
Cethegus' voice!
One of those drunkards—a hot-headed fool;
Senseless and brave as his own sword.—Hallo!
[He calls.
I'll try what mischief's in his mettle now.

[Cethegus comes in.
CETHEGUS.
Ho! prince of darkness—emperor of the Nile—
Star-gazer!—you are welcome to them all;—
Rome is no place for you! put on your wings,

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And perch upon the moon! You left us all
Just in our glory.

HAMILCAR.
'Twas a noble set!

CETHEGUS.
Rome has none better;—all patrician blood,
Glowing with Cyprus' wine,

The wines of Greece, and peculiarly of the islands, were in the highest reputation at Rome. The Cyprus and Chian dubiously contested the supremacy; and some kinds of those wines were so costly, that but a single glass was handed round after dinner, even at the highest tables. The great Roman chieftains, however, took advantage of this costliness, for the full glory of their profusion. Lucullus, on his return from Greece, let loose, in the popular feast at his triumph, upwards of a hundred thousand urns of Greek wine; and Cæsar, always first in splendid prodigality as in arms, concluded his memorable celebration of four triumphs in one month by a feast of twenty-two thousand tables, at which the only wines drunk were Falernian and Chian. The luxury of wine grew slowly upon the Romans. In the early ages of the republic it was prohibited to men under thirty; and at a more remote time, Numa's interdict of using wine in libations to the dead, seems to Pliny (Nat. hist.) to have proceeded from the rareness of vineyards in Italy. But the vine, a plant of rapid growth and easy cultivation, soon spread through the south; and it might surprise a Gaul of our day to know that the grape was among the wonders that led his ancestors over the Alps. The district round Capua was allowed to produce the richest and most various wines; and the ruin of Hannibal's army may, with more probability, be attributed to the immediate effect of the grape on the constitutions of his troops, than to the vulgar riot or languid indolence of a provincial town. In early history the masters of the field attributed, with no unnatural vanity, the triumph to their own achievement. But the sudden retreat of the Gauls under Brennus, when they had reduced the Roman dominion to the city walls, is scarcely to be accounted for by the prowess of a hasty levy of peasantry. The grape probably saved the destinies of the empire. Even in our day a great invasion was defeated by the indulgence of the troops in the French vineyards; and a few months earlier or later in the year might have seen the Duke of Brunswick tread down the tumultuary armies of the Republic, in his way to Paris.

For some centuries wine was altogether prohibited, by Roman abstemiousness, to women; and the custom of saluting has been supposed to have arisen from the right of male relatives to ascertain whether trespass had been committed. The prohibition gradually died away, but the custom had found favour, and was retained. At length, however, excess in wine became fashionable, and the women followed the fashion. Seneca (Epistoæ) forgets the moderation of a philosopher in his resentment at this frailty. “Their manners have altogether changed, though their faces are as captivating as ever,” says the tender sage. “They make a boast of their exploits in drinking; they will sit through the night, with the glass in their hands, challenging the men, and often outdoing them.” Some of the dissertations on the Roman vineyard,—for on this subject the industry of scholarship seems to have exerted itself with peculiar and suspicious delight,—argue that the golden age of Italian wine was not much above a century, and that it had reached its middle term about the period of Catiline. Excessive demand had, as usual, produced overgrowth of the commodity, and carelessness in the growers. The Falernian lost its reputation, while some of the finest corn grounds of Italy were covered with vineyards. It is curious to see a lover of all excess, like Domitian, issuing an order to cut down half the vines throughout the empire, and prohibiting all new plantations in Italy. He might, however, have felt for the honour of the wine. It is scarcely less curious to see Julius Cæsar, the most lavish of all entertainers, hazarding his idol popularity to revive the old Licinian and Orchian laws against luxury in banquets; visiting the markets, to prevent the sale of expensive provisions; and even sending lictors into private houses to carry off the dishes which had alarmed the frugality of the past generations.

The Romans were fond of keeping their fuller bodied wines for many years. The author of those singular and amusing books, the “Cook's Oracle”, and the “Art of Invigorating Life”, boldly disputes the taste of the world, ancient and modern, on this point, and limits the perfection of years to about a dozen; but the Roman epicure loved to have his wine aged, and to be accurate in its age. By a custom which might add to the ostentation or the indulgence of a modern table, the silver, ivory, or parchment label on the bottle, gave its exact date, and even its quality. “Falernum, Opimianum, annorum centum!” has been found among those inscriptions.

—wild as young stags—

Bold as bay'd boars—haughty as battle steeds—
Keen as flesh'd hounds—fire-eyed as mounting hawks—

HAMILCAR.
'Twill be a glorious day that lets them soar.
How was 't with Catiline?

CETHEGUS.
He seem'd to feel
The fiercest joy of all; pledged Heaven and Earth
In brimming goblets; talk'd a round of things,
Lofty and rambling as an ecstacy;
Laugh'd, till his very laughter check'd our mirth,
And all gazed on him; then, as if surprised,
Marking the silence, mutter'd some excuse,
And sank in reverie; then, wild again,
Talk'd, drank, and laugh'd—the first of Bacchanals!


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HAMILCAR.
That looks like madness (aside).
He has been abused:

The consulate was his by right.

CETHEGUS.
By right;
Ay, or by wrong!—had I been Catiline,
I should have knock'd out Cicero's brains.

HAMILCAR
(advancing to him).
Speak low;
The trees in Rome are spies. It may be done.—
The great Patricians hate him, though some few
Lacquey his steps. Were Catiline but roused
To draw the sword, this talker would be left
Bare as his pedigree.

CETHEGUS
(in surprise).
Raise war in Rome?

HAMILCAR.
No,—but take down the consul's haughtiness;
Make the Patricians what they ought to be,
Rome's masters; and restore the forfeitures
Now in plebeian hands.


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CETHEGUS.
Show me but that;
And I am his, or your's, or any man's.
My fortune's on my back; the usurers
Have my last acre in their harpy hands.

HAMILCAR.
You must have Catiline, for he has all
That makes such causes thrive—a mighty name,
One that the youth will cling to; a bold tongue—
A bolder heart—a soldier's skill in arms—
A towering and deep-rooted strength of soul,
That, like the oak, may shake in summer's wind,
But, stript by winter, stands immoveable.

CETHEGUS.
He's a tried soldier.

HAMILCAR.
A most gallant one!

CETHEGUS.
You've seen him in the field?

HAMILCAR.
Ay, fifty times,—
I'the thickest fight; where all was blood and steel;

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Plunging through steeds unrider'd, gory men
Mad with their wounds, through lances thick as hail,
As if he took the ranks for idle waves!
Now seen, the battle's wonder; now below,
Mowing his desperate way, till, with wild shrieks,
The throng roll'd back, and Catiline sprang out,
Red from the greaves to the helm.

CETHEGUS.
He shall be ours!
Then, Rome is full of mal-contents; the land
Cumber'd with remnants of the war; the slaves
Will crowd to his first call; then, in his house
He has the banner that the Marian troops
Still worship

The Romans owed their eagles to Marius; their chief original standard was a boar. They had next adopted Etruscan idols, and the rude emblems of a warrior and hunter people; a hand, a sword, a serpent—or a wolf, from the story of their ancestry. But the success of Marius under the eagle made it popular in a superstitious time; and its natural adaptation, as an emblem, to the vivid and invincible ambition of Rome, retained it through every succeeding age. Like the Turkish and Asiatic armies of our day, the Roman line abounded in banners, whose advance guided and stimulated the advance of the troops. Each company had one: but the eagle was the supreme standard of the legion. Marius was considered as the first great tactician of the Republic: educated in the field, his natural sagacity detected the errors of the old three-line formation, and introduced a variety of changes, of which, however, we are without the details. His military habits were, of course, likely to make the more permanent impression on the legions; and of those, his homage for the eagle was among the most memorable. In private he worshipped it, and in public its place was in the centre of the first line, and under the care of a chosen cohort. Cicero, in the first Catilinarian, makes a direct allusion to this formidable idol:—“Sciam pactam et constitutam esse cum Manlio diem? A quo etiam aquilam illam argenteam, quam tibi, ac tuis omnibus perniciosam esse confido et funestam futuram, cui domi tuæ sacrarium scelerum tuorum constitutum fuit, sciam esse præmissam, &c.—Quam venerari, ad cædem proficiscens solebas?—A cujus altaribus sæpe istam dextram impiam ad necem civium transtulisti?” &c.

like a god;—but he will call

The act conspiracy.

HAMILCAR.
Jove save us all!

CETHEGUS.
How now, Hamilcar?

HAMILCAR
(going).
Fare you well, my lord.
[He suddenly returns.

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Conspiracy! Is not the man undone?
All over bankrupt, broken right and left—
Within this week he'll be without a rood,
A roof, a bed, a robe, a meal to eat!
Conspiracy! He's levell'd;—on the earth!
His last denarius hung upon this day,
And now you have him. This day has dissolved
His last allegiance. Go—you'll find him now
Tormented, like the hound that bays the moon,
Foaming to see the pomp beyond his reach.

CETHEGUS.
He has forsworn the world!

HAMILCAR.
'Tis laughable!

CETHEGUS.
If he draw back!

HAMILCAR.
Draw back! You'll find him flame.
Go to the banquet, ere they all break up;
Yet, should he chill,—provoke him—stir dispute—
Seize on his hasty word. The revellers there

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Will take it for command; and thus his name
Be mix'd with tumult, till the lion snared
Is forced to battle.

CETHEGUS.
Then, to Catiline!
I may be king or consul yet.

HAMILCAR.
Away!

[Cethegus goes.
HAMILCAR.
The hour of blood's at hand!
[Draws his dagger.
Be thou my god!
Away, bold fool! O, Rome! those are thy men!
Ay—you shall have a crown,—a crown of straw;
Chains for your sceptre; for your honours stripes;
And for your kingly court a maniac's cell;
Where you and your compeers may howl to th'night,
And rave rebellion.

[Exit.