Arcadia. Sir Philip Sidney
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“Truly, sir, a very good orator might have a fair field to use eloquence in if he did but only repeat their lamentable and truly affectionate speeches. He conjured her by the remembrance of her affection and by true oaths of his own affection not to make him so unhappy as to think he had not only lost her face, but her heart. He said that her face, when it was fairest, had been but as a marshal to lodge the love of her in his mind, which now was so well placed as it needed no further help of any outward harbinger. He beseeched her, even with tears, to know that his love was not so superficial as to go no further than the skin, which yet now to him was most fair, since it was hers. How could he be so ungrateful as to love her the less for that which she had received for his sake? He never beheld her face without seeing the loveliness of her love towards him. He protested that he would never take joy of his life if he might not enjoy her from whom principally he was glad he had life.
“But (as I heard by one that overheard them) she, wringing him by the hand, made no other reply than to say, ‘My lord, God knows I love you. If I were princess of the whole world and had all the blessings that ever the world brought forth, I should not make delay to lay myself and them under your feet. If I had continued as I was, though (I must confess) far unworthy of you, yet would I (with too great a joy for my heart now to think of) have accepted your allowing me to be yours and with faith and obedience would have supplied all other defects.’
“ ‘But let me be much more miserable than I am before I match Argalus to such a Parthenia. I live happy, dear Argalus, but I give you full liberty, and I ask you to take it. I assure you I shall rejoice, whatsoever becomes of me, to see you so coupled as may fit both your honor and satisfaction.’ With that, she burst out in crying and weeping, no longer able to contain herself from blaming her misfortune and wishing her own death.
“Because Argalus with a most heavy heart still pursued his desire, she fixed her mind to avoid further entreaty and to fly from all company—even his—which grew unpleasant to her. One night she stole away, but to where is yet unknown, or what has become of her.
“Argalus sought her long, and in many places. At length, despairing to find her—and the more in despair, the more enraged—he grew weary of his life, but first, determining to seek revenge on Demagoras, he went alone disguised into the chief town held by the Helots, where coming into his presence, even though guarded about by many of his soldiers, he could delay his fury no longer for a better time, but setting upon him, despite a great many that helped Demagoras, he gave him several mortal wounds. No doubt he himself would also have been murdered if Demagoras himself had not desired he might be kept alive—possibly with the intention to feed his own eyes with some cruel execution to be laid upon him.
“Death came to Demagoras sooner than he expected, yet he had time to appoint his successor, a young man who not long before had been delivered out of the prison of the king of Lacedemon, where he should have suffered death for having slain the king’s nephew. He was absent, and making inroads upon the Lacedemonians, when Demagoras named him. Once he returned, the rest of the Helots, for the great liking they felt for that young man, were content to follow Demagoras’ appointment, especially because they had none among themselves to whom the others would yield.
“Since his succession this young man has done things beyond the hope of the youngest heads. I mention him because he has hitherto preserved Argalus alive, if only with intention to have him publicly, and with exquisite torments, executed after the end of these wars, of which the Helots hope for a soon and prosperous issue.
“And he has likewise so far kept my young lord Clitophon alive, who went with certain other noble men of Laconia, and forces gathered by them, to redeem his friend by laying siege to this young and new successor, who, to the wonder of all men, defeated the Laconians, slew many of the noblemen, and took Clitophon prisoner, whom with much ado he kept alive, the Helots being villainously cruel. He tempered them so, sometimes by following their humor, sometimes by striving with it, that hitherto he has saved both their lives, but in different estates. Argalus is kept in a close and hard prison. Clitophon is at some liberty.
“Now, sir, though to say the truth, we can promise ourselves little of their safeties while they are in the Helots’ hands, I have delivered all I understand touching the loss of my lord’s son, and the cause thereof, which, though it was not necessary to Clitophon’s case to be so particularly told, yet the strangeness of it made me think it would not be unpleasant to you.”
Chapter 6
Palladius Tricks the Helots
Palladius (Musidorus) leads an army from Arcadia to rescue Clitophon from the Helots who have revolted in Laconia. He adopts a stratagem that makes it look like the Arcadian commoners have also rebelled and takes the city of Cardamila, while the new Helot captain (Pyrocles, still using the name Daiphantus) is negotiating with the Laconian nobility. When Daiphantus returns, he recognizes Musidorus, then uses persuasion rather than force to save Argalus from the Helots. (1593 ed. 11.20)
Palladius thanked Kalander’s steward greatly, being ever passionately delighted to hear so strange an accident of a knight so famous over the world as Argalus, whom he had himself long desired to meet, for had fame poured into him a noble emulation towards him.
But well bethinking himself, he called for armor and asked to be provided with horses and a guide, and fully armed except with helmet off, he went to Kalander, whom he found lying upon the ground, having banished both sleep and food because he thought they were enemies to that mourning that passion had persuaded him was reasonable. But Palladius raised him up, saying:
“No more, no more of this, my lord Kalander. Let us labor to find before we lament the loss. You know I miss one myself, one for whom I would disdain the favor of life, though he is not my son. But while there is hope left, let not the weakness of sorrow make the strength of it languish. Take comfort, and good success will follow.”
With those words, comfort seemed to lighten in Kalander’s eyes, and in his face and gesture victory was painted. His spirits revived after he received some sustenance and took a little rest, and he armed himself. Those few of his servants whom he had left unsent then guided Palladius to the frontier, where already there were three to four thousand men assembled, all well-disposed to abide any peril for Kalander’s sake. But like men used to a long peace, they were more determinate to do than skillful how to do. Their bodies were lusty and their armor splendid, but their courage was such that it rather grew of despising their enemies (whom they knew not) than of any confidence in anything which they themselves knew—neither cunning use of their weapons, nor art in their marching or encamping. Palladius soon perceived their lack of skill.
Wishing to understand the estate of the Helots, as much as could be told to him, he was answered by a man well acquainted with the affairs of Laconia that they were a people who had been free men and possessioners of old, before the Laconians conquered them and laid not only tribute but bondage upon them. They had borne this for a long time, until recently the Laconians grew (through greediness) heavier than the Helots could endure and (through contempt) less careful how to make them bear. Therefore the Helots had set themselves in arms by a general consent that sprang from the generalness of their cause more than from any artificial practice.
Whetting their courage with revenge,