Idyll XV: The Women at the Adonis-Festival (Edmonds)

GORGO

Praxinoa at home?

PRAXINOA

Dear Gorgo! at last! she is at home. I quite thought you'd forgotten me. Here, Eunoa, a chair for the lady, and a cushion in it.

GORGO

No, thank you, really.

PRAXINOA

Do sit down.

GORGO

O what a silly I was to come! What with the crush and the horses, Praxinoa, I’ve scarcely got here alive. It’s all big boots and people in uniform. And the street was never-ending, and you can’t think how far your house is along it.

PRAXINOA

That's my lunatic; came and took one at the end of the world, and more an animal’s den, too, than a place for a human being to live in, just to prevent you and me being neighbours, out of sheer spite, the jealous old wretch! He's always the same,

GORGO

My dear, pray don’t call your good Dinon such names before Baby. See how he's staring at you.

It’s all right, Zopy, my pet. It’s not dad-dad she’s talking about.

PRAXINOA

Upon my word, the child understands.

GORGO

Nice dad-dad.

PRAXINOA

And yet that dad-dad of his the other day—the other day, now, I tell him ‘Daddy, get mother some soap and rouge from the shop, and, would you believe it? back he came with a packet of salt, the great six feet of folly!

GORGO

Mine’s just the same. Diocleidas is a perfect spendthrift. Yesterday he gave seven shillings apiece for mere bits of dog’s hair, mere pluckings of old handbags, five of them, all filth, all work to be done over again. But come, my dear, get your cloak and gown. I want you to come with me to call on our high and mighty Prince Ptolemy to see the Adonis. I hear the Queen’s getting up something quite splendid this year.

PRAXINOA

Fine folks, fine ways.

GORGO

Yes; but sightseers make good gossips, you know, if you've been and other people haven't. It’s time we were on the move.

PRAXINOA

It’s always holidays with people who've nothing to do. Here, Eunoa, you scratch-face, take up the spinning and put it away with the rest. Cats always will lie soft. Come, bestir yourself. Quick, some water! Water's wanted first, and she brings the soap. Never mind; give it me. Not all that, you wicked waste! Pour out the water. Oh, you wretch! What do you mean by wetting my bodice like that? That's enough. I’ve got myself washed somehow, thank goodness. Now where’s the key of the big cupboard? Bring it here.

GORGO

Praxinoa, that full gathering suits you really well. Do tell me what you gave for the material.

PRAXINOA

Don’t speak of it, Gorgo; it was more than eight golden sovereigns, and I can tell you I put my very soul into making it up.

GORGO

Well, all I can say is, it’s most successful.

PRAXINOA

It’s very good of you to say so. Come, put on my cloak and hat for me, and mind you do it properly. No; I’m going to take you, Baby. Horse-bogey bites little boys. You may cry as much as you like; I’m not going to have you lamed for life. Come along. ‘Take Baby and amuse him, Phrygia, and call the dog indoors and lock the front-door.

Heavens, what a crowd! How we’re to get through this awful crush and how long it’s going to take us, I can’t imagine. Talk of an antheap! I must say, you've done us many a good turn, my good Ptolemy, since your father went to heaven. We have no villains sneaking up to murder us in the streets nowadays in the good old Egyptian style. They don’t play those awful games now—the thorough-paced rogues, every one of them the same, all queer!

Gorgo dearest! what shall we do? The Royal Horse! Don’t run me down, my good man. That bay’s rearing. Look, what temper! Stand back, Eunoa, you reckless girl! He’ll be the death of that man. Thank goodness I left Baby at home!

GORGO

It’s all right, Praxinoa. We've got well behind them, you see. They’re all where they ought to be, now.

PRAXINOA

And fortunately I can say the same of my poor wits. Ever since I was a girl, two things have frightened me more than anything else, a horrid slimy snake and a horse. Let’s get on. Here’s ever such a crowd pouring after us.

GORGO

Have you come from the palace, mother?

OLD WOMAN

Yes, my dears.

GORGO

Then we can get there all right, can we?

OLD WOMAN

Trying took Troy, my pretty; don’t they say where there’s a will there’s a way?

GORGO

That old lady gave us some oracles, didn’t she?

PRAXINOA

My dear, women know everything. They know

all about Zeus marrying Hera.

GORGO

Do look, Praxinoa; what a crowd there is at the door!

PRAXINOA

Marvellous. Give me your arm, Gorgo; and you take hold of Eutychis’ arm, Eunoa; and you hold on tight, Eutychis, or you'll be separated. We'll all go in together. Mind you keep hold of me, Eunoa. Oh dear, oh dear, Gorgo! my summer cloak’s torn right in two. For Heaven's sake, as you wish to be saved, mind my cloak, sir.

FIRST STRANGER

I really can’t help what happens; but I’ll do my best.

PRAXINOA

The crowd’s simply enormous; they're pushing like a drove of pigs.

FIRST STRANGER

Don’t be alarmed, madam; we're all right.

PRAXINOA

You deserve to be all right to the end of your pipe my dear sir, for the care you’ve been taking of us. What a kind considerate man! Poor Eunoa’s getting squeezed. Push, you coward, can’t you?

That’s all right. All inside, as the bridegroom said when he shut the door.

GORGO

Praxinoa, do come here. Before you do anything else I insist upon your looking at the embroideries.

How delicate they are! and in such good taste!

They’re really hardly human, are they?

PRAXINOA

Huswife Athena! the weavers that made that material and the embroiderers who did that close detailed work are simply marvels. How realistically the things all stand and move about in it! they're living! It’s wonderful what people can do. And then the Holy Boy; how perfectly beautiful he looks lying on his silver couch, with the down of manhood just showing on his cheeks,— the thrice-beloved Adonis, beloved even down below!

SECOND STRANGER

Oh dear, oh dear, ladies! do stop that eternal cooing. They'll weary me to death with their ah-ah-ah-ing.

PRAXINOA

My word! where does that person come from?

What business is it of yours if we do coo? Buy your slaves before you order them about, pray. You’re giving your orders to Syracusans. If you must know, we’re Corinthians by extraction, like Bellerophon himself. What we talk’s Peloponnesian. I suppose Dorians may speak Doric, mayn’t they? Persephone! let’s have no more masters than the one we’ve got. I shall do just as I like. Pray don’t waste your breath.

GORGO

Be quiet, Praxinoa. She’s just going to begin the song, that Argive person’s daughter, you know, the “accomplished vocalist’ that was chosen to sing the dirge last year. You may be sure she'll give us something good. Look, she’s making her bow.

The Dirge

Lover of Golgi and Idaly and Eryx’ steepy hold,

O Lady Aphrodite with the face that beams like gold,

Twelve months are sped and soft-footéd Heavn’'s pretty laggards, see,

Bring o’er the never-tarrying stream Adonis back to thee.

The Seasons, the Seasons, full slow they go and come,

But some sweet thing for all they bring, and so they are welcome home.

O Cypris, Dion’s daughter, of thee anealed, ’tis said,

Our Queen that was born of woman is e’en immortal made;

And now, sweet Lady of many names, of many shrines Ladye,

Thy guerdon’s giv’n; for the Queen’s daughtér, as Helen fair to see,

Thy lad doth dight with all delight upon this holyday;

For there’s not a fruit the orchard bears but is here for his hand to take,

And cresses trim all kept for him in many a silver tray,

And Syrian balm in vials of gold; and O, there’s every cake

That ever woman kneaded of bolted meal so fair

With blossoms blent of every scent or oil or honey rare—

Here’s all outlaid in semblance made of every bird and beast.

Two testers green they have plight ye, with dainty dill well dressed, Whereon, like puny nightingales that flit from bough to bough Trying their waxing wings to spread, the Love-babes hovering go.

How fair the ebony and the gold, the ivory white

how fair,

And eagles twain to Zeus on high bringing his cupbearer!

Aye, and the coverlets spread for ye are softer spread than sleep—

Forsooth Miletus town may say, or the master of Samian sheep,

“The bridal bed for Adonis spread of my own

making is;

Cypris hath this for her wrapping, Adonis that for his.”

Of eighteen years or nineteen is turned the rose- limbed groom;

His pretty lip is smooth to sip, for it bears but flaxen bloom.

And now she’s in her husband’s arms, and so we'll say good-night;

But to-morrow we'll come wi’ the dew, the dew, and take hands and bear him away

Where plashing wave the shore doth lave, and there with locks undight

And bosoms bare all shining fair will raise this shrilling lay :—

“O sweet Adonis, none but thee of the children of Gods and men

"Twixt overworld and underworld doth pass and pass agen; That cannot Agamemnon, nor the Lord o’ the Woeful Spleen, Nor the first of the twice-ten children that came of the Troyan queen, Nor Patroclus brave, nor Pyrrhus bold that home from the war did win, Nor none o’ the kith o’ the old Lapith nor of them of Deucalion’s kin— E’en Pelops line lacks fate so fine, and Pelasgian Argos’ pride.

Adonis sweet, Adonis dear,

Be gracious for another year;

Thou’rt welcome to thine own alway,

And welcome we'll both cry to-day

And next Adonis-tide.”

GORGO

O Praxinoa! what clever things we women are! I do envy her knowing all that, and still more having such a lovely voice. But I must be getting back. It’s Diocleidas’ dinner-time, and that man’s all pepper; I wouldn’t advise anyone to come near him even, when he’s kept waiting for his food. Goodbye, Adonis darling; and I only trust you may find us all thriving when you come next year.