Os Lusiadas, Canto VIII

Tarried the Cat’ual, standing mute before the first of painted forms that stood in sight; who for Device in hand a leaf-branch bore, with meteor-beard, long-flowing, flossy-white. “Whose counterfeit presentment this; wherefore the strange device he holdeth in his right?” When Paul, with sober accents answering said,— while the wise Moor for both interpretèd:—

“All of these figures which to thee are shown so bold in bearing, dreadful to behold, and bolder, dreader far, the men were known in mouth of Fame, for words and works of old: Antients yet moderns are, still brighter grown with names in Genius’ highest rank enrol’d: This first in sight is Lusus, from whose fame our ‘Lusitania’ gained her royal name.

“He was the Theban’s son or comrade tried, the God who divers regions overran; it seems he came to hold our Spanish nide, pursuing conquests which his youth began: Douro’s and Guadiána’s plains of pride, of yore ‘Elysian Fields,’ his fancy wan so much, he there would give his weary bones the Tomb eterne, the term our country owns.

“The branch-Device, thou see’st him bear in hand, is the green Thyrsus Bacchus wont to wield, which to our cent’ury doth belief command he was a comrade or belovèd child. See’st thou yon other treading Tagus-land, the Plow’er who long hath plow’d the wild Sea-field, where the perpetual walls he reared on high, and fane of Pallas for all memory?

“Ulysses ’tis who builds that sacred fane to her, whose favour tongue facund supplies; if there he fired tall Troy on Asian plain here made he mighty Lisbon’s walls arise.” “Whom have we here, who cumbers with the slain the field, whose furious presence frights the eyes? He drives great armies to disgraceful rout, and on his banners painted eagles float.”

The Géntoo thus, and Gama’s answer came:— “Thou see’st a Herdsman who his flock forsook; we know that Viriátus was his name, who aye preferred the Lance before the Crook: He shook and shattered Roman pride and fame; from this unvanquisht victor ne’er she took Ah, no! nor ever could her power take the primacy which Pyrrhus failed to break.

“Not force but fraud she used, and underhand she filcht his life that cowed her coward sprite; for mighty straits make men of honest brand break the magnan’imous laws of Honour bright. This other here, against his angry land with us forgatherèd, an exiled wight: Right well chose he the men wherewith to rise, and of immortal lustre snatch the prize.

“Thou see’st with us he beats the Flags that bear Jove’s valiant birds, victorious, sovereign; e’en in those days no Braves so brave but wear our yoke, subjected to our might and main: See his so subtle arts, his wily care the people by his deep design to gain; that Prophet-Hind aye dealing wise advice: Sertorius he; the Doe is his Device.

“See now this other painted flag upon, of our first Kings the great progenitor: Our Hist’ory makes him to be Hung’ary’s son, but strangers say Lorraine the hero bore. When with the chivalry of proud Leon and the Gallego he lay low the Moor, unto Sanct Sep’ulchre saintly Henry hied that might his kingly trunk be sanctified.”

“Say, prithee, who be this that frights my sight?” (asketh th’ astonied man of Malabar) “who all these squadrons, all these men of might with his thin legions thus can rout and mar? Who breaks such bulwarks proud in breadth and height, who gives such battle, never tired of war, who comes so many crowns in many parts to trample under foot, and estandarts?”

“The First Afonso ’tis,” the Gama spake, “by whom the Moor all Portugalia lost; for whom Fame sware her oath by Stygian Lake no more of noble Roman name to boast: The Zealot he whom God would ne’er forsake by whose brave arm He tames the Moorish host, for whom their wallèd reign He lays so low no more is left for future days to do.

“Had Cæsar, or King Alexander led a power so puny, men-at-arms so few, against the multitudes unnumberèd this excellent Commander overthrew; deem not their names had earth thus overspread, nor could their deathless glories death subdue: But leave we such inexplicable Deeds and see what worth of vassal-men he leads.

“This whom thou seest sight with kindling eye his broken pupil, fierce in high disdain bidding him rally flying hosts, and try once more the desp’erate fortunes of the plain: Returneth Youth with Age to do or die, and turns the vanquisht Vanquisher again: Egas Moníz, the gallant vet’eran hight, is Knighthood’s mirror to each loyal knight.

“See’ him here self-yielded with his sons he goes, naked of silk and cloth with neck in cord, because the Youth to break the promise chose which to Castile he gave with plighted word: He lured by specious promises the foes to raise the siege when sov’ereign waged the sword: To life’s last pains he dooms his sons and wife and self-condemnèd saves his Liege’s life.

“Less did the Consul whom the hosts surround when to the Caudine Forks he careless came, and there his head to bow and pass was bound ’neath the triumphant Samnites’ yoke of shame: This, blamed at home, an inborn firmness found to yield him singly, true to constant aim; this other yieldeth self and innocent seed and wife,—more glorious and more grievous deed.

“See’st thou the Brave who, left his ambuscade, falls on the King besieging yon tall town, the town unsieging and the King waylaid: Illustrious action Mars might call his own! See him, here wends he, limned in yon Armade, till eke at sea the Moormen slain or flown lost all their galleys; while he claims the prize that heads our host of maritime victories:

“Fuás Roupinho ’tis; o’er wave and land his name shall aye resplend with equal light, reflecting flames that lit his daring hand in Moorman galleys under Ab’yla’s height. See how at just and saintly War’s command happy he loses life in holy fight: Enters by Moorish hands the heavenly calm his Soul, triumphant with the well-won Palm.

“See’st not this Gath’ering in strange garb that came swarming from out yon Navy new and brave, who holp our first of Kings the foe to tame and ’leaguing Lisbon saintly proof they gave? Behold Henrique, Knight of peerless fame, and eke the Palm that grew beside his grave: Thro’ them His marvels God to man hath shown:— Germans be they the martyrs CHRIST shall own.

“Behold a Churchman brandishing his skeyne against Arronches which he takes, the chance of Leïría ’venging lately tane by men who couch for Mafamed the lance. ’Tis Theotonio, Prior. See again besiegèd Sant’arem, and shalt see the glance assured that figures on the mure and first wave o’er the walls the Quinal Banner durst:

“See here he hies, where low our Sancho layeth the Vandal Moor who in fierce fight atones; pierceth th’ opponent host, his Antient slayeth, and trails th’ Hispalic pendon o’er the stones: Mem Moniz he, who in his life portrayeth the valour buried with his Father’s bones; digne of these Banners, since his force ne’er failèd to raise his own, to rout whate’er assailèd.

“Behold that other, sliding down his spear,— bearing two head of sentinels he slew,— better to hide his ambush; now appear his Braves whose might and sleight the town o’erthrew: And now her ’scutcheon shows the Cavalier proper who holds in hand the coupèd two cold ghastly heads. A deed ne’er done indeed! Giraldo Sem-pavor the stout name read.

“See’st not a Spaniard who, dissatisfied with our ninth King Afonso, by old hate of Lara movèd, with the Moor abide in friendship hostile to our Port’ugal state? Abrantes town he takes accompanied by the hard Infidel, his Moorish mate: But see a Portingall with pow’er so spare rout him, and stoutly lead him prisoner:

“Martim Lopés the Knight by name is known who from the traitors palms and laurels took. But here behold the Bishop Mil’itant shown, who changed for steely Lance his golden Crook: See him, ’mid faithless faithful found alone, fight to refuse refusing, shake and shock the cruel Moorman: See in shining skies the sign whereby his few he multiplies.

“See, fly the Kings of Cord’oba and Sevile routed, with other twain in shortest tale: Routed! nay, rather, ruined. Miracle God-wrought, not worked by arm of mortal frail! See Alcacer low bend her haughty will; ne tow’ers of flesh, ne walls of steel avail ’gainst Lisbon’s Bishop, Dom Mathéus: See! crowned with the palmy crown there standeth he.

“Behold a Master of Castilian line, a Portingall by right of birth, o’errun Algarves Kingdom till she shows no sign of men-at-arms his force hath not undone: By guile, and might and main, and star benign towns, castles, cities, all are stormed and won. Soon ’spite her townsmen Tavila-town he breaks, and for the Se’ven slain Hunters vengeance takes.

“See him with bellic arts from Moormen gain Sylves, they gainèd with enormous host: Paio Corrêa ’tis, whose might and main and cunning purpose men aye envy most. Nor pass the fighting three in France and Spain who won a name that never shall be lost for tournay, challenges and joustings gay; winning of publick trophies proud display:

“See’st them? how clept ‘Adventurers,’ they came Castileward, whence alone the prize and pride they bore, the winnings of Bellona’s game as to their loss all found a fall who tried: See them strike down the Knights of proudest fame who of the three the principal defied, ’tis Gónçalo Ribéiro, name so brave hath nought to fear from Lethe’s whelmy wave.

“To one attend, whose Fame so far extendeth, that with no fame of old she rests content, who, when his country on a thread dependeth lends stalwart shoulders to the burthen bent; See’st not how anger-flusht he reprehendeth the cowèd throng’s suspicions cold and lent; and makes the wretches hail the gentle rein of home-born King, not foreign Suzerain?

“See him, with daring and advice replete God-guarded only and by Holy Star, make possible th’ impossible, and defeat one-handed, proud Castilia’s pow’er of war. See how by valour aided, might and wit, in second slaughter vict’ory similar he gains o’er those who, fierce as infinite, dwell betwixt Tartessus and Guadiána’s vale?

“See’st not already all but overthrown our Lusitanian pow’er, when left his line the Capitayne devout, who wends alone t’ invoke that Essence, the Most Highest Trine? Now see him summoned hast’ily by his own, who plead that Fortune must parforce incline to whelming force, and pray his presence cheer the soldiers, and enforce their feeble fear.

“Yet see the careless holy confidence, wherewith ‘’Tis not yet time,’ he answerèd; as one in God reposing trust immense of human vict’ory won by heav’enly aid: E’en so Pompilius, hearing the offence of en’emies urging o’er his land the raid, to him who brought the heavy news replies, ‘But I, you see, am off’ering sacrifice!’

“If one whose Brave’ry rests his God upon, perchance thou wouldest know how named and known, ‘Portugale’s Scipio’ is the name he won, but ‘Nuno Alvares’ claims more renown. Happy the Land that bare her such a son! or, rather sire: For long as Suns look down on Earth where Ceres and joint Neptune reign for such a Scion she shall sigh in vain.

“In the same Warfare see what prizes gaineth this other Captain of a slender band; driving commanders he the drove regaineth which they had lifted with audacious hand: See how the lance again in gore he staineth only to free, at Friendship’s firm command, his thrallèd friend whom Honour made a thrall:— Pero Rodrigues ’tis of Landroal.

“Look on this Treachetour and how he payeth his caitiff trick’ery and his perj’ury fell; Gil Fernandes of Elvas ’tis that slayeth the wretch, and sends him to his proper Hell: Harrying Xeres-plain the crops he layeth with floods of blood that raineth proud Castile: But see how Rúy Pereira’s face and front enshield the galleys, bearing battle-brunt.

“See yon sev’enteen to Lusus who belong upon this hillock standing, life defend against the Spaniards who four hundred strong, to take them captive in their rear extend: But to their sorrow these shall find ere long the stout defenders also can offend: Feat digne to last till Earth succumb to Time;— in the far Past, in Present day sublime!

“How the three hundred Braves, ’twas known of old, did with a thousand Romans battle wage, in the good times when virile deeds and bold which Viriátus did, illumed his age: He snatcht memorious triumphs from their hold, bequeathing this our noblest heritage, the Brave tho’ few shall ne’er the Many fear, as sithence thousand times we proved full clear.

“Pedro and Henry view, those Infants twain of kingly John the gen’erous progeny: That gars his fame illustrious to remain in German-land and doometh Death to die: This Prince inspired by Heaven claimed the Main as her Explorer; and lay bare the lie of tumid Moor’s vain boast in Ceita’s wall, and, forced the gateway, entered first of all.

“See’st Country Pedro, daring to support two sieges laid by Barb’ary’s might entire; and see’st yon other Count who shows the port of earthly Mars in martial force and fire: Sufficeth not to fence Alcacer-fort from swarming hosts; his spirit flieth higher, his King’s beloved life the Brave defends as stone-wall standing till his own he ends.

“And here the Painters who in Art prevail, pardie, had many painted and portray’d; but fail their pencils and their colours, fail prize, praise, and premium, of Art’s life the bread. Fault of the vices flowing from th’ entail of men degen’erate, who so far have stray’d from valour’s paths where trod their lustrous sires, deep mired in vanities and low desires.

“Those high illustr’ious Fathers who gave birth to generations on their grace depending, fought for fair HONOUR, sternly strove on Earth to found a fam’ily that could bear descending: Blind! if paternal toils of priceless worth, won name, fame, claim so far and wide extending, they leave their lesser sons but more obscure, when left in crap’ulous vice to live impure.

“Als there be others, sons of wealth and might, who to no lordly tree by birth belong: Fault of the Kings, who oft some favourite prefer to thousands, wise and true and strong: For these the painted Past hath poor delight, feeling vain colours work them present wrong; and aye as nat’ural foe in hate they bear the speaking pictures which their semblance wear.

“Gainsay I not, that some of high descent from wealthy houses, men of gen’erous strain, still with their noble lives and excellent ’herited titles worthily sustain: And if the light which ancestry hath lent no novel glory by their doings gain, at least it faileth not, nor dim it groweth:— But ah! few men like these the Painter knoweth.”

Thus Gama’s el’oquence told the mighty deeds, disclosed by various tints to stranger view, where Art to sing’ular Artist-hand concedes depainting Nature with her nat’ural hue. The Cat’ual’s ready glance distinctly reads the surd-mute story and the tale so true: A thousand times he askt, a thousand heard each tasteful battle which his eyne prefer’d.

And now the light a doubtful lustre showèd, when veiled the mighty Lamp its lucent ray beneath the sky’s round rim, and lum’inous glowèd on our Antipodes the smile of Day: The gen’erous crowd of Nayrs and Géntoos rowèd off from the stalwart ship on homeward way, seeking repose and sleep’s delicious swoon, to weary beings Night-tide’s gentle boon.

Meanwhile those Augurs who most fame affy in false opinion, that by sacrifice forecast of future things which dubious lie, thro’ diabolick sign and show they wis; by royal mandate hied Black Arts to ply, and various offices ’gan exercise, to find what projects brought across the Main unheard of foreigners from unknown Spain.

By Demon-aidance truthful sign they learn, how doth this novel visitor portend a yoke perpet’ual, servitude eterne, the Race’s ruin and its valour’s end. Th’ amazèd Augur, whom the proofs constern, wends to the King and tells (e’en as he ken’d) the fearful symptoms that had met his sight by victim’d bowels brought anon to light.

These signs confirming, to a Priest devout, a man of mark in Mafamedé’s creed, from preconceivèd hatred not remote ’gainst Holy Faith, that doth all faiths exceed, in the False Prophet’s form of evil note, who drew his being from slave Hagar’s seed, Bacchus the hateful in a dream appears, whose hate is doubled by redoubled fears.

“Guard ye, my children, guard ye,”—thus he spoke, “from snares and perils laid by deadly foes who o’er the tumid waters hither flock, before the danger more immediate grows.” The Moorman, startled by these words, awoke in visionary fear: But soon arose the thought that vulgar dream his brain opprest, and thus returned he tranquil to his rest.

When Bacchus thus returneth:—“Know’est thou not the mighty Maker, who the Law devisèd for thy forefathers, he whose will ye wot and lacking whom had many been baptizèd? I wake for thee, for me dost sleep, thou sot? Then by the Future soon shalt be advisèd how these new-comers come with bane and ban to break the laws I taught to seely man.

“Until this feeble folk full force hath won, contrive resistance in all manner o’ ways; for, easy ’tis upon the rising Sun firm eyne to fix sans fear of blinding rays: But, when to zenith hath his race been run the strongest eye-sight that would dare to gaze remaineth dazed, and so shall ye remain unless ye let them ere the root be tane.”

Then with the Dreamer’s sleep away he speedeth: Trembling remains th’ astonisht Hagarene; springing from couch his slaves bring light he biddeth, the fervid venom fest’ering in his spleen. As the pale dawn-light, which the sun precedeth, display’d her angel-cheek and brow serene, convoked the Doctors of the turpid sect, he of his vision renders ’count direct.

Divers opinions couchèd contrary are told and heard as each best understood: Astute waylayings, argute treachery, were workt and woven in their vengeful mood: But shirking treason which may danger dree, they sought the spilling of the Strangers’ blood with plots and projects of the subtlest school, by bribes the Rulers of the Land to rule.

With golden bribe, rich fee, and secret gift, they strive the country-principals to please; showing with proofs discreet of not’able drift, how shall perdition all the people seize; “These be,” they say, “a folk of scanty thrift, rovers who run from occidental seas, pyratick rapine is their sole design, sans Roy, sans Loy, or human or divine.”

Ah! how behooves the King, who rules aright, to choose his counc’illors or his friends belovèd, by rule of conscience, Virtue’s inner light, whose sprites sincere affection long have provèd! The man exalted to that dizzy height, the kingly throne, of things from note removèd can gain no notice sure, no knowledge clear, save what th’ adviser’s tongue will teach his ear.

Much less I counsel Kings to rest secure in the clear conscience of the men who show of humble pauper cloak the form of lure; Ambition haply lurketh rags below: And men in all things pious, just, and pure, often of worldly knowledge little know; for ill shall trustful Innocence take part in mundane matters, when God holds the heart.

But each and ev’ery Cat’ual gross in greed, the puissant rulers of the Gentile herd, gained by the glozings of the hellish breed, unto the Portingalls dispatch defer’d. Whereon the Gama,—whose one only heed despite the mischief by the Moormen stir’d, was at the kingly feet sure sign to lay of the discover’d World left far away:—

Worketh for this alone, as well he knew that, when sure tidings and clear proofs appear, arms, armour, ships, and men would send anew Mano’el, the King who rules the Realm sans peer; that to his yoke and law he would subdue the globèd earth, and e’en the wat’ery sphere; himself was nothing but the dil’igent hand that pioneer’d the road to Orient-land.

The Géntoo Monarch forth he fares to find, that with dismissal he may wend his ways; seeing already how the Moor’s black mind would baulk his heart’s desire by long delays. The King, who if by tales of forgèd kind amazèd were, ’twould not so much amaze, confiding fully in his Augurs’ troth, confirmèd too by Moormen’s wordy froth:

Feels Fear a-freezing his ignoble breast: Burneth on other hand a base desire, which ever held his spirit in arrest, flaming with Lucre-lust’s unquench’able Fire: The richest profit sees he manifest appear in future, if with truth entire, he make just contract and its cons’equent gain, for long years offered by our Lusian Reign.

Hereon the counc’illors whom the King most prizèd different counsels and opinions dealt; for those whereby he wont to be advisèd money’s almighty magick might had felt. To call our valiant Captain he devisèd, and him when come thus spake:—“Now, an thou wilt here in my presence own the nude clean truth, thy felon actions still shall claim my ruth:

“The message, say they and I understand, thy King hath sent me, is a falsehood vain; no King doth own thee, ownest thou no land, but leadest vaguing life upon the Main: Say! who from ultimate Hispanian strand, or King or Lord past hope of cure insane would send his navies or one ship to stray over such distant Ocean’s dubious way?

“And if great wealthy kingdoms doth thy King sway, as thou say’est with kingly majesty, what rich rare presents do I see thee bring earnests of doubtful unknown verity? The splendid robe, the costly offering betwixt high King and King link amity: I hold no valid sign, no certain pledge, the pleas a vagrant seaman may allege.”

“If as hath hapt to many a high-born Brave, perchance in exile be your lot to roam, my land shall lend you refuge and shall save; for ev’ery country is the strong man’s home: If ye be Pyrats housed upon the wave, own it me, fear nor infamy nor doom; for in all ages life to save must be the primal law of life’s necessity.”

He thus: The Gama, who divin’d the game perfidious, with a cunning treason play’d by jealous Mahometick hearts, whence came the foul suspicions which the King misled: With high-soul’d confidence, as did beseem, commanding credence which he merited, bowing to Venus Acidalia’s hest proffered this answer from his prudent breast:—

“If man’s orig’inal Sin in hoary Time, whereby sore fall became our hapless fate, had never caused the cup of deadly crime,— that cruel scourge of every Christian state,— with enmity to brim in every clime for Adam’s sons with falsity innate (O King sublime!) of that foul turpid sect, ne’er hadst thou held me of such deed suspect.

“But, sithence nought is won or good or high sans stumbling-blocks, and sees each nobler deed on fair Hope’s footstep Fear aye following nigh, which on its bosom-sweat delights to feed; meseems thou deignest little to rely on this my very truth, nor takest heed of other reasons, which regard thou must didst thou not trust to men unworthy trust.

“For, an I be a Robber rapine-fed, undivagous, far banisht from mine own, how can I, thinkest thou, so far have sped to seek these seats unseen, these realms unknown? By what false Hope, what love of profit led should I ’mid angry seas my lot have thrown, Antarctick rigours and the fires of air, which they who dwell beneath the Ram must bear?

“If thou demand that gifts of high degree must the good credit of my words maintain, I came but stranger climes and skies to see where Nature chose to set thine antient reign: But if my Fortune grant such good to me home to return and Fatherland regain, By rich and splendid presents thou shalt learn the ’assurèd tidings of my glad return.

“If this my visit Chance inop’inate seem, that King should send from far Hesperian strand, know that yon noble heart and bosom deem no geste, no poss’ible feat too great and grand. Well seems it fitting, that the thought supreme of Lusian spirit should at least command larger belief and faith of loft’ier flight, and hold it boundless in its height and might.

“Know that long ages passèd, since our old Kings with a settled purpose ’gan propose to conquer toils and travails manifold, which aye to noble plans their pow’er oppose. They opèd hostile seas that fain withhold from mortal man the boon of soft repose; they willed to trace their bounds, to track their shore,— the farthest margent where their billows roar.

“Conceit right worthy of his branch so blest that vent’urous King, who plowed in primal rank the waves and drave from out his well-loved nest the last possessor of Mount Ab’yla’s flank: He by rare Genius, toils that never rest, unto one plank conjoining other plank, disclosed the parts, where shine in clearest air Argo with Hydra, Ara with the Hare.

“These early seeds abundant harvest bore, and waxt our bosoms braver till we came little by little stranger paths t’ explore, devel’oping each an antecedent aim: The latest dwellers on the Blackmoor shore Austral, whose eyne ne’er saw the Sev’enfold Flame, were seen by us when left behind in turn whatever peoples ’neath the Tropick burn.

“Thus with firm bosom, fixt resolve to win, we vanquisht Fortune and we snatcht the prize, till harbour’d this thy new-found kingdom in we taught the crowning Column here to rise: Cleaving perforce clean through the liquid tin, horrible Tempests’ importunities, to thee we come, and only pray from thee some sign and signal which our King shall see.

“This, King, be truth: Nor deem that I would make,— for such uncertain good, such petty gain, which, b’eing my words untrue, mote be the stake,— such long proëmium forgèd, false and vain. Liefer would I my rest unending take on the fierce restless bosom of the Main by mother Thetis rockt, a Pyrat dour who makes his wealth by making others poor.

“If then, Oh King! this honest truth of mine thou take for what it is, one-fold, sincere, aid us, to our despatch thy heart incline and gust of glad return to mar forbear. But an my tale appear some feigned design, heed thou my pleadings proved so fair and clear, as seen by Judgment-lights that never fail, for Truth is strong and Truth shall aye prevail.”

Th’ attentive Monarch felt assured content when thus Da Gama provèd his discourse: Conceives in him reliance confident, and the firm trust that lent his language force: He weighs of every word the full intent pond’ering the pleading from such trusty source; and ’gins to hold as men by self deceivèd those caitiff Cat’uals who had bribes receivèd.

Jointly his lucre-lust claims firm effect, which Lusian contract shall he hopes ensure; Hope bids him listen, and far more affect the Captain’s honour than the crafty Moor: In fine he biddeth Gama hie direct aboard, and thence from hurt and harm secure the fittest stuffs for traffick shoreward send against his spicey stores to truck or vend.

The stuffs to send, in fine, he gives command, which in Gangetick realms the rarest be if aught of value brought he from the land, where ends the shore and where begins the sea. Now from the Royal presence venerand the Captain seeks the port to make his plea before the Cat’ual honored with his charge, for loan of boat as his were all at large.

For boat whereby to board his ship he pleadeth: Yet the bad Regent plotting novel snare wherein to ’trap the stranger, nought concedeth, but stay and hindrance straightway doth prepare; Then, faring from the quay, his Guest he leadeth far from the royal Palaces; and there, where kens the Monarch nought of such intent, would work the mischief which his malice meant.

When reached the distant site, he ’gan to say fitting conveyance should be soon supplied, or to the dawning of the crastine day the passage to defer he best decide. But now perceivèd from prolonged delay the Gama how the Géntoo was allied with the deep-plotting Moors’ revengeful brood, a truth he had not hereto understood.

This Cat’ual also gifts and bribes had tane, tempted like others by the Moslem folk; eke was he chief who held the guiding rein of all the cities ’neath the Samo’rim’s yoke: From him alone the Moormen looked to gain their base and wicked wills by hook or crook: He, who in concert vile with them conspires, despaireth not to glut their ill desires.

To him the Gama with much instance prays for passage shipward, but without avail; for thus had order given, as he says, the proud successor of the Perimal. “What cause of hindrance here, why these delays to land the stuffs and goods of Portugal? Subjects perforce obey what Kings command who dares their dreadful orders countermand?”

That bribed Cat’ual lent no heed as due to the high words; nay more he rackt his thought to find some subtle phantasy and new, some deep and devilish scheme, some monstr’ous plot; or how his brutal steel he might imbrue in that detested blood he ever sought; or how the vessels he might blast and burn that none and nought therein may home return.

That none to Fatherland return intendeth, and nothing less, the Moslems’ fiendish plan; so ne’er shall ken how far and wide extendeth Th’ Eöan land our sovran Lusitan. In fine goes not the Gama whom forfendeth of those barbarian hordes the ruling man; lacking whose permit none might leave the beach as all the boats were borne beyond his reach.

To the Chief’s reasons and rough words replieth that Idol-worshipper, he must command to bring near shore the Fleet that distant lieth so mote it easier be to board and land: “Of foe or thief the tactick it implieth when in far offing thus the vessels stand,” quoth he, “for ne’er shall true and trusty friend from those he loveth danger apprehend.”

Shrewd Gama seeth in each wily word the Cat’ual’s drift, who fain would bring the Fleet nearer, where dire assault of flame and sword were ready made for wreaking mortal hate. His thoughts he scatters better aid t’ afford: He seeks in Fancy’s realm some cure discreet some counterplot ’gainst evil plans preparèd; in fine he fearèd all, for all he carèd.

As beam reflected by the burnisht bright mirror of steel, or glass-plate chrystal-clear, which sometime struck by ray of solar light in other part re-strikes the dazzling glare; and waved by wanton hand of curious Spright about the house to sparkle here and there, o’er walls and roofs the shimm’ering species plays, nor rest its trem’ulous, fitful, quiv’ering rays.

So did his vaguing judgment fluctuate when captive Gama’s mem’ory brought to mind Coelho, lest he peradventure wait ashore with boats as by command design’d: With message priv’ily sent he warned his mate fast for the Fleet his homeward way to find, lest he fall lightly in the bitter lace he feared, the fierce fell work of Moorish race.

Such should be he who would, by grace of Mart, follow th’ illustrious and their fame outvie: His nimble thought must fly to every part, see through, and ’scape the danger ere ’tis nigh. His soldier-instinct rare, and subtle art must read, mark, learn his baffled enemy; note all in fine; nor shall that Captain’s lot be praise of mine, who pleads I thought it not!

Insists the Malabar his guest remain pris’oner, till orders bring th’ Armada near; he constant, firèd with hot high disdain, hears eve’ry menace with unfrighten’d ear; rather shall he the weight on self sustain which vilest malice born of hate and fear machinates, than to shade of risk expose his Liege’s navy riding safe from foes.

That livelong night in durance vile he lies, and of next day a part, when he ordains once more to see the King: But leave denies the Guard that not a few of men contains. To tempt with other tricks the Géntoo tries, fearing his Monarch pay him for his pains, when shown the malice which must soon be known, if there a longer time the stranger wone.

He bids him order ev’ery stuff be brought straight shoreward, all he hath of vendible, that they might duly barter’d be or bought; for who nills commerce war is wont to will. Though knows the Gama what felonious thought and damnable desires that bosom fill, yet he consenteth, for right well knows he with these same stuffs he buys his liberty.

Concert they now the Blackmoor shall prepare launches and lighters fit the wares to land; to trust his boats our Captain did not care, where fone might capture or might hold in hand. Put forth th’ almádies for the beach to bear Hispanian stuffs, the best he mote command: He writes his brother fearing all delay to send the bales that shall his blackmail pay.

The merchandise now landed is ashore, where by that greedy Catual ’tis tane: Alvaro and Diogo guard the store, with leave to truck or vend as best they can. That more than duty, than obedience more, Gain rules th’ ignoble breast of lawless man well doth that Pagan to the worldling show; for gained the goods he let the Gama go:

He lets him go, for in the goods he thought to hold sufficient pledge and pawn that may a better penny to his purse be brought, than if for longer time our Chief he stay: The Gama, certain that no more he ought to land, and haply ’counter fresh delay, and to his vessels being now restor’d, resolves with tranquil mind to bide aboard.

Aboard the ships he bides with mind at ease till seen what circumstance the days shall show; for now his spirit no reliance sees upon that bribèd Regent vile and low. Here let the Casuist who riddle rees, see how the wealthy as the wantful too, are ruled by lucre and the noxious thirst of gain that gars us dare and do the worst.

By Thracia’s Sovran Polydore is slain, only to have and hold his wealthy store; the guarded edifice may not contain Acrisius’ daughter ’gainst the golden shower; so raged Tarpeia’s avarice insane that she in truck for shining yellow ore, the lofty towers to the foe betrayeth, and stifled, crusht, the price of treason payeth.

This opes of warded Fort the valvarte-wall, maketh the felon friend his faith forego: This changeth noblest Thane to vilest Thrall and yieldeth Captains to the luring foe: This maketh purest maiden foully fall, and know no fear, no reck of Honour trow: This Art and Science shall at times deprave, blind sanest judgment, consciences enslave:

This loves to gloss with subtler sense than meant the Texts: This maketh Laws and Laws unmaketh: This tainteth subjects with a traitor-taint: This in the patriot King the tyrant waketh. E’en he, self-vowèd to th’ Omnipotent, as proved by thousand instances, forsaketh God’s way by Gold’s enchanting Siren woo’d; yet haply showing still some tint of good.