CHAPTER XXIII

OF ILL MEANS EMPLOYED TO A GOOD END

There is wonderful relation and correspondence in this universal

government of the works of nature, which very well makes it appear that

it is neither accidental nor carried on by divers masters. The diseases

and conditions of our bodies are, in like manner, manifest in states and

governments; kingdoms and republics are founded, flourish, and decay with

age as we do. We are subject to a repletion of humours, useless and

dangerous: whether of those that are good (for even those the physicians

are afraid of; and seeing we have nothing in us that is stable, they say

that a too brisk and vigorous perfection of health must be abated by art,

lest our nature, unable to rest in any certain condition, and not having

whither to rise to mend itself, make too sudden and too disorderly a

retreat; and therefore prescribe wrestlers to purge and bleed, to qualify

that superabundant health), or else a repletion of evil humours, which is

the ordinary cause of sickness. States are very often sick of the like

repletion, and various sorts of purgations have commonly been applied.

Some times a great multitude of families are turned out to clear the

country, who seek out new abodes elsewhere and encroach upon others.

After this manner our ancient Franks came from the remotest part of

Germany to seize upon Gaul, and to drive thence the first inhabitants;

so was that infinite deluge of men made up who came into Italy under the

conduct of Brennus and others; so the Goths and Vandals, and also the

people who now possess Greece, left their native country to go settle

elsewhere, where they might have more room; and there are scarce two or

three little corners in the world that have not felt the effect of such

removals. The Romans by this means erected their colonies; for,

perceiving their city to grow immeasurably populous, they eased it of the

most unnecessary people, and sent them to inhabit and cultivate the lands

conquered by them; sometimes also they purposely maintained wars with

some of their enemies, not only to keep their own men in action, for fear

lest idleness, the mother of corruption, should bring upon them some

worse inconvenience:

"Et patimur longae pacis mala; saevior armis

Luxuria incumbit."

["And we suffer the ills of a long peace; luxury is more pernicious

than war."--Juvenal, vi. 291.]

but also to serve for a blood-letting to their Republic, and a little to

evaporate the too vehement heat of their youth, to prune and clear the

branches from the stock too luxuriant in wood; and to this end it was

that they maintained so long a war with Carthage.

In the treaty of Bretigny, Edward III., king of England, would not, in

the general peace he then made with our king, comprehend the controversy

about the Duchy of Brittany, that he might have a place wherein to

discharge himself of his soldiers, and that the vast number of English he

had brought over to serve him in his expedition here might not return

back into England. And this also was one reason why our King Philip

consented to send his son John upon a foreign expedition, that he might

take along with him a great number of hot young men who were then in his

pay.

There--are many in our times who talk at this rate, wishing that

this hot emotion that is now amongst us might discharge itself in some

neighbouring war, for fear lest all the peccant humours that now reign in

this politic body of ours may diffuse themselves farther, keep the fever

still in the height, and at last cause our total ruin; and, in truth, a

foreign is much more supportable than a civil war, but I do not believe

that God will favour so unjust a design as to offend and quarrel with

others for our own advantage:

"Nil mihi tam valde placeat, Rhamnusia virgo,

Quod temere invitis suscipiatur heris."

["Rhamnusian virgin, let nothing ever so greatly please me which is

taken without justice from the unwilling owners"

--Catullus, lxviii. 77.]

And yet the weakness of our condition often pushes us upon the necessity

of making use of ill means to a good end. Lycurgus, the most perfect

legislator that ever was, virtuous and invented this very unjust practice

of making the helots, who were their slaves, drunk by force, to the end

that the Spartans, seeing them so lost and buried in wine, might abhor

the excess of this vice. And yet those were still more to blame who of

old gave leave that criminals, to what sort of death soever condemned,

should be cut up alive by the physicians, that they might make a true

discovery of our inward parts, and build their art upon greater

certainty; for, if we must run into excesses, it is more excusable to do

it for the health of the soul than that of the body; as the Romans

trained up the people to valour and the contempt of dangers and death by

those furious spectacles of gladiators and fencers, who, having to fight

it out to the last, cut, mangled, and killed one another in their

presence:

"Quid vesani aliud sibi vult ars impia ludi,

Quid mortes juvenum, quid sanguine pasta voluptas?"

["What other end does the impious art of the gladiators propose to

itself, what the slaughter of young men, what pleasure fed with

blood."--Prudentius, Contra Symmachum, ii. 643.]

and this custom continued till the Emperor Theodosius' time:

"Arripe dilatam tua, dux, in tempora famam,

Quodque patris superest, successor laudis habeto

Nullus in urbe cadat, cujus sit poena voluptas....

Jam solis contenta feris, infamis arena

Nulla cruentatis homicidia ludat in armis."

["Prince, take the honours delayed for thy reign, and be successor

to thy fathers; henceforth let none at Rome be slain for sport. Let

beasts' blood stain the infamous arena, and no more homicides be

there acted."--Prudentius, Contra Symmachum, ii. 643.]

It was, in truth, a wonderful example, and of great advantage for the

training up the people, to see every day before their eyes a hundred; two

hundred, nay, a thousand couples of men armed against one another, cut

one another to pieces with so great a constancy of courage, that they

were never heard to utter so much as one syllable of weakness or

commiseration; never seen to turn their backs, nor so much as to make one

cowardly step to evade a blow, but rather exposed their necks to the

adversary's sword and presented themselves to receive the stroke; and

many of them, when wounded to death, have sent to ask the spectators if

they were satisfied with their behaviour, before they lay down to die

upon the place. It was not enough for them to fight and to die bravely,

but cheerfully too; insomuch that they were hissed and cursed if they

made any hesitation about receiving their death. The very girls

themselves set them on:

"Consurgit ad ictus,

Et, quoties victor ferrum jugulo inserit, illa

Delicias ait esse suas, pectusque jacentis

Virgo modesta jubet converso pollice rumpi."

["The modest virgin is so delighted with the sport, that she

applauds the blow, and when the victor bathes his sword in his

fellow's throat, she says it is her pleasure, and with turned thumb

orders him to rip up the bosom of the prostrate victim."

--Prudentius, Contra Symmachum, ii. 617.]

The first Romans only condemned criminals to this example: but they

afterwards employed innocent slaves in the work, and even freemen too,

who sold themselves to this purpose, nay, moreover, senators and knights

of Rome, and also women:

"Nunc caput in mortem vendunt, et funus arena,

Atque hostem sibi quisque parat, cum bella quiescunt."

["They sell themselves to death and the circus, and, since the wars

are ceased, each for himself a foe prepares."

--Manilius, Astron., iv. 225.]

"Hos inter fremitus novosque lusus....

Stat sexus rudis insciusque ferri,

Et pugnas capit improbus viriles;"

["Amidst these tumults and new sports, the tender sex, unskilled in

arms, immodestly engaged in manly fights."

--Statius, Sylv., i. 6, 51.]

which I should think strange and incredible, if we were not accustomed

every day to see in our own wars many thousands of men of other nations,

for money to stake their blood and their lives in quarrels wherein they

have no manner of concern.

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