CHAPTER XXVII

COWARDICE THE MOTHER OF CRUELTY

I have often heard it said that cowardice is the mother of cruelty; and I

have found by experience that malicious and inhuman animosity and

fierceness are usually accompanied with feminine weakness. I have seen

the most cruel people, and upon frivolous occasions, apt to cry.

Alexander, the tyrant of Pheres, durst not be a spectator of tragedies in

the theatre, for fear lest his citizens should see him weep at the

misfortunes of Hecuba and Andromache, who himself without pity caused so

many people every day to be murdered. Is it not meanness of spirit that

renders them so pliable to all extremities? Valour, whose effect is only

to be exercised against resistance--

"Nec nisi bellantis gaudet cervice juvenci"--

["Nor delights in killing a bull unless he resists."

--Claudius, Ep. ad Hadrianum, v. 39.]

stops when it sees the enemy at its mercy; but pusillanimity, to say that

it was also in the game, not having dared to meddle in the first act of

danger, takes as its part the second, of blood and massacre. The murders

in victories are commonly performed by the rascality and hangers-on of an

army, and that which causes so many unheard of cruelties in domestic wars

is, that this canaille makes war in imbruing itself up to the elbows in

blood, and ripping up a body that lies prostrate at its feet, having no

sense of any other valour:

"Et lupus, et turpes instant morientibus ursi,

Et quaecunque minor nobilitate fera est:"

["Wolves and the filthy bears, and all the baser beasts,

fall upon the dying."--Ovid, Trist., iii. 5, 35.]

like cowardly dogs, that in the house worry and tear the skins of wild

beasts, they durst not come near in the field. What is it in these times

of ours that makes our quarrels mortal; and that, whereas our fathers had

some degrees of revenge, we now begin with the last in ours, and at the

first meeting nothing is to be said but, kill? What is this but

cowardice?

Every one is sensible that there is more bravery and disdain in subduing

an enemy, than in cutting, his throat; and in making him yield, than in

putting him to the sword: besides that the appetite of revenge is better

satisfied and pleased because its only aim is to make itself felt: And

this is the reason why we do not fall upon a beast or a stone when they

hurt us, because they are not capable of being sensible of our revenge;

and to kill a man is to save him from the injury and offence we intend

him. And as Bias cried out to a wicked fellow, "I know that sooner or

later thou wilt have thy reward, but I am afraid I shall not see it";

--[Plutarch, on the Delay in Divine Justice, c. 2.]--and pitied the

Orchomenians that the penitence of Lyciscus for the treason committed

against them, came at a season when there was no one remaining alive of

those who had been interested in the offence, and whom the pleasure of

this penitence should affect: so revenge is to be pitied, when the person

on whom it is executed is deprived of means of suffering under it: for as

the avenger will look on to enjoy the pleasure of his revenge, so the

person on whom he takes revenge should be a spectator too, to be

afflicted and to repent. "He will repent it," we say, and because we

have given him a pistol-shot through the head, do we imagine he will

repent? On the contrary, if we but observe, we shall find, that he makes

mouths at us in falling, and is so far from penitency, that he does not

so much as repine at us; and we do him the kindest office of life, which

is to make him die insensibly, and soon: we are afterwards to hide

ourselves, and to shift and fly from the officers of justice, who pursue

us, whilst he is at rest. Killing is good to frustrate an offence to

come, not to revenge one that is already past; and more an act of fear

than of bravery; of precaution than of courage; of defence than of

enterprise. It is manifest that by it we lose both the true end of

revenge and the care of our reputation; we are afraid, if he lives he

will do us another injury as great as the first; 'tis not out of

animosity to him, but care of thyself, that thou gettest rid of him.

In the kingdom of Narsingah this expedient would be useless to us, where

not only soldiers, but tradesmen also, end their differences by the

sword. The king never denies the field to any who wish to fight; and

when they are persons of quality; he looks on, rewarding the victor with

a chain of gold,--for which any one who pleases may fight with him again,

so that, by having come off from one combat, he has engaged himself in

many.

If we thought by virtue to be always masters of our enemies, and to

triumph over them at pleasure, we should be sorry they should escape from

us as they do, by dying: but we have a mind to conquer, more with safety

than honour, and, in our quarrel, more pursue the end than the glory.

Asnius Pollio, who, as being a worthy man, was the less to be excused,

committed a like, error, when, having written a libel against Plancus, he

forbore to publish it till he was dead; which is to bite one's thumb at a

blind man, to rail at one who is deaf, to wound a man who has no feeling,

rather than to run the hazard of his resentment. And it was also said of

him that it was only for hobgoblins to wrestle with the dead.

He who stays to see the author die, whose writings he intends to

question, what does he say but that he is weak in his aggressiveness?

It was told to Aristotle that some one had spoken ill of him: "Let him

do more," said he; "let him whip me too, provided I am not there."

Our fathers contented themselves with revenging an insult with the lie,

the lie with a box of the ear, and so forward; they were valiant enough

not to fear their adversaries, living and provoked we tremble for fear so

soon as we see them on foot. And that this is so, does not our noble

practice of these days, equally to prosecute to death both him that has

offended us and him we have offended, make it out? 'Tis also a kind

of cowardice that has introduced the custom of having seconds, thirds,

and fourths in our duels; they were formerly duels; they are now

skirmishes, rencontres, and battles. Solitude was, doubtless, terrible

to those who were the first inventors of this practice:

"Quum in se cuique minimum fiduciae esset,"

for naturally any company whatever is consolatory in danger. Third

persons were formerly called in to prevent disorder and foul play only,

and to be witness of the fortune of the combat; but now they have brought

it to this pass that the witnesses themselves engage; whoever is invited

cannot handsomely stand by as an idle spectator, for fear of being

suspected either of want of affection or of courage. Besides the

injustice and unworthiness of such an action, of engaging other strength

and valour in the protection of your honour than your own, I conceive it

a disadvantage to a brave man, and who wholly relies upon himself, to

shuffle his fortune with that of a second; every one runs hazard enough

himself without hazarding for another, and has enough to do to assure

himself in his own valour for the defence of his life, without intrusting

a thing so dear in a third man's hand. For, if it be not expressly

agreed upon before to the contrary, 'tis a combined party of all four,

and if your second be killed, you have two to deal withal, with good

reason; and to say that it is foul play, it is so indeed, as it is, well

armed, to attack a man who has but the hilt of a broken sword in his

hand, or, clear and untouched, a man who is desperately wounded: but if

these be advantages you have got by fighting, you may make use of them

without reproach. The disparity and inequality are only weighed and

considered from the condition of the combatants when they began; as to

the rest, you must take your chance: and though you had, alone, three

enemies upon you at once, your two companions being killed, you have no

more wrong done you, than I should do in a battle, by running a man

through whom I should see engaged with one of our own men, with the like

advantage. The nature of society will have it so that where there is

troop against troop, as where our Duke of Orleans challenged Henry, king

of England, a hundred against a hundred; three hundred against as many,

as the Argians against the Lacedaemonians; three to three, as the Horatii

against the Curiatii, the multitude on either side is considered but as

one single man: the hazard, wherever there is company, being confused and

mixed.

I have a domestic interest in this discourse; for my brother, the Sieur

de Mattecoulom, was at Rome asked by a gentleman with whom he had no

great acquaintance, and who was a defendant challenged by another, to be

his second; in this duel he found himself matched with a gentleman much

better known to him. (I would fain have an explanation of these rules of

honour, which so often shock and confound those of reason.) After having

despatched his man, seeing the two principals still on foot and sound, he

ran in to disengage his friend. What could he do less? should he have

stood still, and if chance would have ordered it so, have seen him he was

come thither to defend killed before his face? what he had hitherto done

helped not the business; the quarrel was yet undecided. The courtesy

that you can, and certainly ought to shew to your enemy, when you have

reduced him to an ill condition and have a great advantage over him, I do

not see how you can do it, where the interest of another is concerned,

where you are only called in as an assistant, and the quarrel is none of

yours: he could neither be just nor courteous, at the hazard of him he

was there to serve. And he was therefore enlarged from the prisons of

Italy at the speedy and solemn request of our king. Indiscreet nation!

we are not content to make our vices and follies known to the world by

report only, but we must go into foreign countries, there to show them

what fools we are. Put three Frenchmen into the deserts of Libya, they

will not live a month together without fighting; so that you would say

this peregrination were a thing purposely designed to give foreigners the

pleasure of our tragedies, and, for the most part, to such as rejoice and

laugh at our miseries. We go into Italy to learn to fence, and exercise

the art at the expense of our lives before we have learned it; and yet,

by the rule of discipline, we should put the theory before the practice.

We discover ourselves to be but learners:

"Primitae juvenum miserae, bellique futuri

Dura rudimenta."

["Wretched the elementary trials of youth, and hard the

rudiments of approaching war."--Virgil, AEneid, xi. 156.]

I know that fencing is an art very useful to its end (in a duel betwixt

two princes, cousin-germans, in Spain, the elder, says Livy, by his skill

and dexterity in arms, easily overcoming the greater and more awkward

strength of the younger), and of which the knowledge, as I experimentally

know, has inspired some with courage above their natural measure; but

this is not properly valour, because it supports itself upon address, and

is founded upon something besides itself. The honour of combat consists

in the jealousy of courage, and not of skill; and therefore I have known

a friend of mine, famed as a great master in this exercise, in his

quarrels make choice of such arms as might deprive him of this advantage

and that wholly depended upon fortune and assurance, that they might not

attribute his victory rather to his skill in fencing than his valour.

When I was young, gentlemen avoided the reputation of good fencers as

injurious to them, and learned to fence with all imaginable privacy as a

trade of subtlety, derogating from true and natural valour:

"Non schivar non parar, non ritirarsi,

Voglion costor, ne qui destrezza ha parte;

Non danno i colpi or finti, or pieni, or scarsi!

Toglie l'ira a il furor l'uso de l'arte.

Odi le spade orribilmente utarsi

A mezzo il ferro; il pie d'orma non parte,

Sempre a il pie fermo, a la man sempre in moto;

Ne scende taglio in van, ne punta a voto."

["They neither shrank, nor vantage sought of ground,

They travers'd not, nor skipt from part to part,

Their blows were neither false, nor feigned found:

In fight, their rage would let them use no art.

Their swords together clash with dreadful sound,

Their feet stand fast, and neither stir nor start,

They move their hands, steadfast their feet remain.

Nor blow nor foin they strook, or thrust in vain."

--Tasso, Gierus. Lib., c. 12, st. 55, Fairfax's translation.]

Butts, tilting, and barriers, the feint of warlike fights, were the

exercises of our forefathers: this other exercise is so much the less

noble, as it only respects a private end; that teaches us to destroy one

another against law and justice, and that every way always produces very

ill effects. It is much more worthy and more becoming to exercise

ourselves in things that strengthen than that weaken our government and

that tend to the public safety and common glory. The consul, Publius

Rutilius, was the first who taught the soldiers to handle their arms

with skill, and joined art with valour, not for the rise of private

quarrel, but for war and the quarrels of the people of Rome; a popular

and civil defence. And besides the example of Caesar, who commanded his

men to shoot chiefly at the face of Pompey's soldiers in the battle of

Pharsalia, a thousand other commanders have also bethought them to invent

new forms of weapons and new ways of striking and defending, according as

occasion should require.

But as Philopoemen condemned wrestling, wherein he excelled, because the

preparatives that were therein employed were differing from those that

appertain to military discipline, to which alone he conceived men of

honour ought wholly to apply themselves; so it seems to me that this

address to which we form our limbs, those writhings and motions young men

are taught in this new school, are not only of no use, but rather

contrary and hurtful to the practice of fight in battle; and also our

people commonly make use of particular weapons, and peculiarly designed

for duel; and I have seen, when it has been disapproved, that a gentleman

challenged to fight with rapier and poignard appeared in the array of a

man-at-arms, and that another should take his cloak instead of his

poignard. It is worthy of consideration that Laches in Plato, speaking

of learning to fence after our manner, says that he never knew any great

soldier come out of that school, especially the masters of it: and,

indeed, as to them, our experience tells as much. As to the rest, we may

at least conclude that they are qualities of no relation or

correspondence; and in the education of the children of his government,

Plato interdicts the art of boxing, introduced by Amycus and Epeius, and

that of wrestling, by Antaeus and Cercyo, because they have another end

than to render youth fit for the service of war and contribute nothing to

it. But I see that I have somewhat strayed from my theme.

The Emperor Mauricius, being advertised by dreams and several

prognostics, that one Phocas, an obscure soldier, should kill him,

questioned his son-in-law, Philip, who this Phocas was, and what were his

nature, qualities, and manners; and so soon as Philip, amongst other

things, had told him that he was cowardly and timorous, the emperor

immediately concluded then that he was a murderer and cruel. What is it

that makes tyrants so sanguinary? 'Tis only the solicitude for their own

safety, and that their faint hearts can furnish them with no other means

of securing themselves than in exterminating those who may hurt them,

even so much as women, for fear of a scratch:

"Cuncta ferit, dum cuncta timer."

["He strikes at all who fears all."

--Claudius, in Eutrop., i. 182.]

The first cruelties are exercised for themselves thence springs the fear

of a just revenge, which afterwards produces a series of new cruelties,

to obliterate one another. Philip, king of Macedon, who had so much to

do with the people of Rome, agitated with the horror of so many murders

committed by his order, and doubting of being able to keep himself secure

from so many families, at divers times mortally injured and offended by

him, resolved to seize all the children of those he had caused to be

slain, to despatch them daily one after another, and so to establish his

own repose.

Fine matter is never impertinent, however placed; and therefore I, who

more consider the weight and utility of what I deliver than its order and

connection, need not fear in this place to bring in an excellent story,

though it be a little by-the-by; for when they are rich in their own

native beauty, and are able to justify themselves, the least end of a

hair will serve to draw them into my discourse.

Amongst others condemned by Philip, had been one Herodicus, prince of

Thessaly; he had, moreover, after him caused his two sons-in-law to be

put to death, each leaving a son very young behind him. Theoxena and

Archo were their two widows. Theoxena, though highly courted to it,

could not be persuaded to marry again: Archo married Poris, the greatest

man among the AEnians, and by him had a great many children, whom she,

dying, left at a very tender age. Theoxena, moved with a maternal

charity towards her nephews, that she might have them under her own eyes

and in her own protection, married Poris: when presently comes a

proclamation of the king's edict. This brave-spirited mother, suspecting

the cruelty of Philip, and afraid of the insolence of the soldiers

towards these charming and tender children was so bold as to declare hat

she would rather kill them with her own hands than deliver them. Poris,

startled at this protestation, promised her to steal them away, and to

transport them to Athens, and there commit them to the custody of some

faithful friends of his. They took, therefore, the opportunity of an

annual feast which was celebrated at AEnia in honour of AEneas, and

thither they went. Having appeared by day at the public ceremonies and

banquet, they stole the night following into a vessel laid ready for the

purpose, to escape away by sea. The wind proved contrary, and finding

themselves in the morning within sight of the land whence they had

launched overnight, and being pursued by the guards of the port, Poris

perceiving this, laboured all he could to make the mariners do their

utmost to escape from the pursuers. But Theoxena, frantic with affection

and revenge, in pursuance of her former resolution, prepared both weapons

and poison, and exposing them before them; "Go to, my children," said

she, "death is now the only means of your defence and liberty, and shall

administer occasion to the gods to exercise their sacred justice: these

sharp swords, and these full cups, will open you the way into it;

courage, fear nothing! And thou, my son, who art the eldest, take this

steel into thy hand, that thou mayest the more bravely die." The

children having on one side so powerful a counsellor, and the enemy at

their throats on the other, run all of them eagerly upon what was next to

hand; and, half dead, were thrown into the sea. Theoxena, proud of

having so gloriously provided for the safety of her children, clasping

her arms with great affection about her husband's neck. "Let us, my

friend," said she, "follow these boys, and enjoy the same sepulchre they

do"; and so, having embraced, they threw themselves headlong into the

sea; so that the ship was carried--back without the owners into the

harbour.

Tyrants, at once both to kill and to make their anger felt, have employed

their capacity to invent the most lingering deaths. They will have their

enemies despatched, but not so fast that they may not have leisure to

taste their vengeance. And therein they are mightily perplexed; for if

the torments they inflict are violent, they are short; if long, they are

not then so painful as they desire; and thus plague themselves in choice

of the greatest cruelty. Of this we have a thousand examples in

antiquity, and I know not whether we, unawares, do not retain some traces

of this barbarity.

All that exceeds a simple death appears to me absolute cruelty. Our

justice cannot expect that he, whom the fear of dying by being beheaded

or hanged will not restrain, should be any more awed by the imagination

of a languishing fire, pincers, or the wheel. And I know not, in the

meantime, whether we do not throw them into despair; for in what

condition can be the soul of a man, expecting four-and-twenty hours

together to be broken upon a wheel, or after the old way, nailed to a

cross? Josephus relates that in the time of the war the Romans made in

Judaea, happening to pass by where they had three days before crucified

certain Jews, he amongst them knew three of his own friends, and obtained

the favour of having them taken down, of whom two, he says, died; the

third lived a great while after.

Chalcondylas, a writer of good credit, in the records he has left behind

him of things that happened in his time, and near him, tells us, as of

the most excessive torment, of that the Emperor Mohammed very often

practised, of cutting off men in the middle by the diaphragm with one

blow of a scimitar, whence it followed that they died as it were two

deaths at once; and both the one part, says he, and the other, were seen

to stir and strive a great while after in very great torment. I do not

think there was any great suffering in this motion the torments that are

the most dreadful to look on are not always the greatest to endure; and I

find those that other historians relate to have been practised by him

upon the Epirot lords, are more horrid and cruel, where they were

condemned to be flayed alive piecemeal, after so malicious a manner that

they continued fifteen days in that misery.

And these other two: Croesus, having caused a gentleman, the favourite of

his brother Pantaleon, to be seized, carried him into a fuller's shop,

where he caused him to be scratched and carded with the cards and combs

belonging to that trade, till he died. George Sechel, chief commander of

the peasants of Poland, who committed so many mischiefs under the title

of the Crusade, being defeated in battle and taken bu the Vayvode of

Transylvania, was three days bound naked upon the rack exposed to all

sorts of torments that any one could contrive against him: during which

time many other prisoners were kept fasting; in the end, he living and

looking on, they made his beloved brother Lucat, for whom alone he

entreated, taking on himself the blame of all their evil actions drink

his blood, and caused twenty of his most favoured captains to feed upon

him, tearing his flesh in pieces with their teeth, and swallowing the

morsels. The remainder of his body and his bowels, so soon as he was

dead, were boiled, and others of his followers compelled to eat them.

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