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<h2> CHAPTER XXIX——OF VIRTUE </h2>
<p>I find by experience, that there is a good deal to be said betwixt the
flights and emotions of the soul or a resolute and constant habit; and
very well perceive that there is nothing we may not do, nay, even to the
surpassing the Divinity itself, says a certain person, forasmuch as it is
more to render a man's self impassible by his own study and industry, than
to be so by his natural condition; and even to be able to conjoin to man's
imbecility and frailty a God-like resolution and assurance; but it is by
fits and starts; and in the lives of those heroes of times past there are
sometimes miraculous impulses, and that seem infinitely to exceed our
natural force; but they are indeed only impulses: and 'tis hard to
believe, that these so elevated qualities in a man can so thoroughly tinct
and imbue the soul that they should become ordinary, and, as it were,
natural in him. It accidentally happens even to us, who are but abortive
births of men, sometimes to launch our souls, when roused by the
discourses or examples of others, much beyond their ordinary stretch; but
'tis a kind of passion which pushes and agitates them, and in some sort
ravishes them from themselves: but, this perturbation once overcome, we
see that they insensibly flag and slacken of themselves, if not to the
lowest degree, at least so as to be no more the same; insomuch as that
upon every trivial occasion, the losing of a bird, or the breaking, of a
glass, we suffer ourselves to be moved little less than one of the common
people. I am of opinion, that order, moderation, and constancy excepted,
all things are to be done by a man that is very imperfect and defective in
general. Therefore it is, say the Sages, that to make a right judgment of
a man, you are chiefly to pry into his common actions, and surprise him in
his everyday habit.</p>
<p>Pyrrho, he who erected so pleasant a knowledge upon ignorance,
endeavoured, as all the rest who were really philosophers did, to make his
life correspond with his doctrine. And because he maintained the
imbecility of human judgment to be so extreme as to be incapable of any
choice or inclination, and would have it perpetually wavering and
suspended, considering and receiving all things as indifferent, 'tis said,
that he always comforted himself after the same manner and countenance: if
he had begun a discourse, he would always end what he had to say, though
the person he was speaking to had gone away: if he walked, he never
stopped for any impediment that stood in his way, being preserved from
precipices, collision with carts, and other like accidents, by the care of
his friends: for, to fear or to avoid anything, had been to shock his own
propositions, which deprived the senses themselves of all election and
certainty. Sometimes he suffered incision and cauteries with so great
constancy as never to be seen so much as to wince. 'Tis something to bring
the soul to these imaginations; 'tis more to join the effects, and yet not
impossible; but to conjoin them with such perseverance and constancy as to
make them habitual, is certainly, in attempts so remote from the common
usage, almost incredible to be done. Therefore it was, that being sometime
taken in his house sharply scolding with his sister, and being reproached
that he therein transgressed his own rules of indifference: "What!" said
he, "must this bit of a woman also serve for a testimony to my rules?"
Another time, being seen to defend himself against a dog: "It is," said
he, "very hard totally to put off man; and we must endeavour and force
ourselves to resist and encounter things, first by effects, but at least
by reason and argument."</p>
<p>About seven or eight years since, a husbandman yet living, but two leagues
from my house, having long been tormented with his wife's jealousy, coming
one day home from his work, and she welcoming him with her accustomed
railing, entered into so great fury that with a sickle he had yet in his
hand, he totally cut off all those parts that she was jealous of and threw
them in her face. And, 'tis said that a young gentleman of our nation,
brisk and amorous, having by his perseverance at last mollified the heart
of a fair mistress, enraged, that upon the point of fruition he found
himself unable to perform, and that,</p>
<p>"Nec viriliter<br/>
Iners senile penis extulit caput."<br/>
<br/>
[(The 19th or 20th century translators leave this phrase<br/>
untranslated and with no explanation. D.W.)<br/>
—Tibullus, Priap. Carm., 84.]<br/></p>
<p>as soon as ever he came home he deprived himself of the rebellious member,
and sent it to his mistress, a cruel and bloody victim for the expiation
of his offence. If this had been done upon mature consideration, and upon
the account of religion, as the priests of Cybele did, what should we say
of so high an action?</p>
<p>A few days since, at Bergerac, five leagues from my house, up the river
Dordogne, a woman having overnight been beaten and abused by her husband,
a choleric ill-conditioned fellow, resolved to escape from his ill-usage
at the price of her life; and going so soon as she was up the next morning
to visit her neighbours, as she was wont to do, and having let some words
fall in recommendation of her affairs, she took a sister of hers by the
hand, and led her to the bridge; whither being come, and having taken
leave of her, in jest as it were, without any manner of alteration in her
countenance, she threw herself headlong from the top into the river, and
was there drowned. That which is the most remarkable in this is, that this
resolution was a whole night forming in her head.</p>
<p>It is quite another thing with the Indian women for it being the custom
there for the men to have many wives, and the best beloved of them to kill
herself at her husband's decease, every one of them makes it the business
of her whole life to obtain this privilege and gain this advantage over
her companions; and the good offices they do their husbands aim at no
other recompense but to be preferred in accompanying him in death:</p>
<p>"Ubi mortifero jacta est fax ultima lecto,<br/>
Uxorum fusis stat pia turba comis<br/>
Et certamen habent lethi, quae viva sequatur<br/>
Conjugium: pudor est non licuisse mori.<br/>
Ardent victrices, et flammae pectora praebent,<br/>
Imponuntque suis ora perusta viris."<br/>
<br/>
["For when they threw the torch on the funeral bed, the pious wives<br/>
with hair dishevelled, stand around striving, which, living, shall<br/>
accompany her spouse; and are ashamed that they may not die; they<br/>
who are preferred expose their breasts to the flame, and they lay<br/>
their scorched lips on those of their husbands."<br/>
—Propertius, iii. 13, 17.]<br/></p>
<p>A certain author of our times reports that he has seen in those Oriental
nations this custom in practice, that not only the wives bury themselves
with their husbands, but even the slaves he has enjoyed also; which is
done after this manner: The husband being dead, the widow may if she will
(but few will) demand two or three months' respite wherein to order her
affairs. The day being come, she mounts on horseback, dressed as fine as
at her wedding, and with a cheerful countenance says she is going to sleep
with her spouse, holding a looking-glass in her left hand and an arrow in
the other. Being thus conducted in pomp, accompanied with her kindred and
friends and a great concourse of people in great joy, she is at last
brought to the public place appointed for such spectacles: this is a great
space, in the midst of which is a pit full of wood, and adjoining to it a
mount raised four or five steps, upon which she is brought and served with
a magnificent repast; which being done, she falls to dancing and singing,
and gives order, when she thinks fit, to kindle the fire. This being done,
she descends, and taking the nearest of her husband's relations by the
hand, they walk to the river close by, where she strips herself stark
naked, and having distributed her clothes and jewels to her friends,
plunges herself into the water, as if there to cleanse herself from her
sins; coming out thence, she wraps herself in a yellow linen of
five-and-twenty ells long, and again giving her hand to this kinsman of
her husband's, they return back to the mount, where she makes a speech to
the people, and recommends her children to them, if she have any. Betwixt
the pit and the mount there is commonly a curtain drawn to screen the
burning furnace from their sight, which some of them, to manifest the
greater courage, forbid. Having ended what she has to say, a woman
presents her with a vessel of oil, wherewith to anoint her head and her
whole body, which when done with she throws into the fire, and in an
instant precipitates herself after. Immediately, the people throw a good
many billets and logs upon her that she may not be long in dying, and
convert all their joy into sorrow and mourning. If they are persons of
meaner condition, the body of the defunct is carried to the place of
sepulture, and there placed sitting, the widow kneeling before him,
embracing the dead body; and they continue in this posture whilst the
people build a wall about them, which so soon as it is raised to the
height of the woman's shoulders, one of her relations comes behind her,
and taking hold of her head, twists her neck; so soon as she is dead, the
wall is presently raised up, and closed, and there they remain entombed.</p>
<p>There was, in this same country, something like this in their
gymnosophists; for not by constraint of others nor by the impetuosity of a
sudden humour, but by the express profession of their order, their custom
was, as soon as they arrived at a certain age, or that they saw themselves
threatened by any disease, to cause a funeral pile to be erected for them,
and on the top a stately bed, where, after having joyfully feasted their
friends and acquaintance, they laid them down with so great resolution,
that fire being applied to it, they were never seen to stir either hand or
foot; and after this manner, one of them, Calanus by name; expired in the
presence of the whole army of Alexander the Great. And he was neither
reputed holy nor happy amongst them who did not thus destroy himself,
dismissing his soul purged and purified by the fire, after having consumed
all that was earthly and mortal. This constant premeditation of the whole
life is that which makes the wonder.</p>
<p>Amongst our other controversies, that of 'Fatum' has also crept in; and to
tie things to come, and even our own wills, to a certain and inevitable
necessity, we are yet upon this argument of time past: "Since God foresees
that all things shall so fall out, as doubtless He does, it must then
necessarily follow, that they must so fall out": to which our masters
reply: "that the seeing anything come to pass, as we do, and as God
Himself also does (for all things being present with him, He rather sees,
than foresees), is not to compel an event: that is, we see because things
do fall out, but things do not fall out because we see: events cause
knowledge, but knowledge does not cause events. That which we see happen,
does happen; but it might have happened otherwise: and God, in the
catalogue of the causes of events which He has in His prescience, has also
those which we call accidental and voluntary, depending upon the liberty.
He has given our free will, and knows that we do amiss because we would do
so."</p>
<p>I have seen a great many commanders encourage their soldiers with this
fatal necessity; for if our time be limited to a certain hour, neither the
enemies' shot nor our own boldness, nor our flight and cowardice, can
either shorten or prolong our lives. This is easily said, but see who will
be so easily persuaded; and if it be so that a strong and lively faith
draws along with it actions of the same kind, certainly this faith we so
much brag of, is very light in this age of ours, unless the contempt it
has of works makes it disdain their company. So it is, that to this very
purpose the Sire de Joinville, as credible a witness as any other
whatever, tells us of the Bedouins, a nation amongst the Saracens, with
whom the king St. Louis had to do in the Holy Land, that they, in their
religion, so firmly believed the number of every man's days to be from all
eternity prefixed and set down by an inevitable decree, that they went
naked to the wars, excepting a Turkish sword, and their bodies only
covered with a white linen cloth: and for the greatest curse they could
invent when they were angry, this was always in their mouths: "Accursed be
thou, as he that arms himself for fear of death." This is a testimony of
faith very much beyond ours. And of this sort is that also that two friars
of Florence gave in our fathers' days. Being engaged in some controversy
of learning, they agreed to go both of them into the fire in the sight of
all the people, each for the verification of his argument, and all things
were already prepared, and the thing just upon the point of execution,
when it was interrupted by an unexpected accident.—[7th April 1498.
Savonarola issued the challenge. After many delays from demands and
counter-demands by each side as to the details of the fire, both parties
found that they had important business to transact in another county—both
just barely escaped assassination at the hands of the disappointed
spectators. D.W.]</p>
<p>A young Turkish lord, having performed a notable exploit in his own person
in the sight of both armies, that of Amurath and that of Huniades, ready
to join battle, being asked by Amurath, what in such tender and
inexperienced years (for it was his first sally into arms) had inspired
him with so brave a courage, replied, that his chief tutor for valour was
a hare. "For being," said he, "one day a hunting, I found a hare sitting,
and though I had a brace of excellent greyhounds with me, yet methought it
would be best for sureness to make use of my bow; for she sat very fair. I
then fell to letting fly my arrows, and shot forty that I had in my
quiver, not only without hurting, but without starting her from her form.
At last I slipped my dogs after her, but to no more purpose than I had
shot: by which I understood that she had been secured by her destiny; and,
that neither darts nor swords can wound without the permission of fate,
which we can neither hasten nor defer." This story may serve, by the way,
to let us see how flexible our reason is to all sorts of images.</p>
<p>A person of great years, name, dignity, and learning boasted to me that he
had been induced to a certain very important change in his faith by a
strange and whimsical incitation, and one otherwise so inadequate, that I
thought it much stronger, taken the contrary way: he called it a miracle,
and so I look upon it, but in a different sense. The Turkish historians
say, that the persuasion those of their nation have imprinted in them of
the fatal and unalterable prescription of their days, manifestly conduces
to the giving them great assurance in dangers. And I know a great prince
who makes very fortunate use of it, whether it be that he really believes
it, or that he makes it his excuse for so wonderfully hazarding himself:
let us hope Fortune may not be too soon weary of her favour to him.</p>
<p>There has not happened in our memory a more admirable effect of resolution
than in those two who conspired the death of the Prince of Orange.</p>
<p>[The first of these was Jehan de Jaureguy, who wounded the Prince<br/>
18th March 1582; the second, by whom the Prince was killed 10th July<br/>
1584., was Balthazar Gerard.]<br/></p>
<p>'Tis marvellous how the second who executed it, could ever be persuaded
into an attempt, wherein his companion, who had done his utmost, had had
so ill success; and after the same method, and with the same arms, to go
attack a lord, armed with so recent a late lesson of distrust, powerful in
followers and bodily strength, in his own hall, amidst his guards, and in
a city wholly at his devotion. Assuredly, he employed a very resolute arm
and a courage enflamed with furious passion. A poignard is surer for
striking home; but by reason that more motion and force of hand is
required than with a pistol, the blow is more subject to be put by or
hindered. That this man did not run to a certain death, I make no great
doubt; for the hopes any one could flatter him withal, could not find
place in any sober understanding, and the conduct of his exploit
sufficiently manifests that he had no want of that, no more than of
courage. The motives of so powerful a persuasion may be diverse, for our
fancy does what it will, both with itself and us. The execution that was
done near Orleans—[The murder of the Duke of Guise by Poltrot.]—was
nothing like this; there was in this more of chance than vigour; the wound
was not mortal, if fortune had not made it so, and to attempt to shoot on
horseback, and at a great distance, by one whose body was in motion from
the motion of his horse, was the attempt of a man who had rather miss his
blow than fail of saving himself. This was apparent from what followed;
for he was so astonished and stupefied with the thought of so high an
execution, that he totally lost his judgment both to find his way to
flight and to govern his tongue. What needed he to have done more than to
fly back to his friends across the river? 'Tis what I have done in less
dangers, and that I think of very little hazard, how broad soever the
river may be, provided your horse have easy going in, and that you see on
the other side easy landing according to the stream. The other, —[Balthazar
Gerard.]—when they pronounced his dreadful sentence, "I was prepared
for this," said he, "beforehand, and I will make you wonder at my
patience."</p>
<p>The Assassins, a nation bordering upon Phoenicia,</p>
<p>[Or in Egypt, Syria, and Persia. Derivation of 'assassin' is from<br/>
Hassan-ben-Saba, one of their early leaders, and they had an<br/>
existence for some centuries. They are classed among the secret<br/>
societies of the Middle Ages. D.W.]<br/></p>
<p>are reputed amongst the Mohammedans a people of very great devotion and
purity of manners. They hold that the nearest way to gain Paradise is to
kill some one of a contrary religion; which is the reason they have often
been seen, being but one or two, and without armour, to attempt against
powerful enemies, at the price of a certain death and without any
consideration of their own danger. So was our Raymond, Count of Tripoli,
assassinated (which word is derived from their name) in the heart of his
city,—[in 1151]—during our enterprises of the Holy War: and
likewise Conrad, Marquis of Monteferrat, the murderers at their execution
bearing themselves with great pride and glory that they had performed so
brave an exploit.</p>
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