Page:The Satire of Seneca on the Apotheosis of Claudius.djvu/153

 From the western sea I drove to the city of Inachus, I saw a hill above two rivers, towering high In face of Phoebus rising each day opposite, Where the broad Rhone pours by in swiftly moving flood, And Arar, pausing ere it lets its waters go, Silently laves the borders of its quiet pools. Is that the land that nursed you when you first drew breath?”

These things he said with spirit, and boldly enough. All the same, he was inwardly a good deal afraid of the madman’s blow. Claudius, seeing the mighty hero, forgot his nonsense and perceived that while no one had been a match for him at Rome, here he didn’t have the same advantage; a cock is master only on his own dunghill. So, as well as could be made out, this is what he appeared to say: “I did hope that you, Hercules, bravest of the gods, would stand by me before the others, and if any one had asked me who could vouch for me, I should have named you, who know me best. For if you recall, I was the one who held court before your temple all day long during the months of July and August. You know how many troubles I had there, listening to the lawyers day and night; and if you had fallen among those fellows, though you may think that you are pretty courageous, you would have preferred to clean Augeas’ stables.