me, cast me into bondage--how shall I, how can I
get free?

"My faithful friend, you who call me your son, whom I am glad to hear
speak to me as 'boy,' and 'child,' who have taken the place of the
father I lost so young--there is but one issue: I must leave you and
this city--flee from her neighborhood--seek a new home far from her with
whom I could have been as happy as the Saints in bliss, and who has made
me more wretched than the damned in everlasting fire. Away, away! I will
go--I must go unless you, who can do so much, can teach me to kill this
passion or to transmute it into calm, brotherly regard."

He stood still, close in front of the old man and hid his face in his
hands. At his favorite's concluding words, Horapollo had started to his
feet with all the vigor of youth; he now snatched his hand down from his
face, and exclaimed in a voice hoarse with indignation and the deepest
concern:

"And you can say that in earnest? Can a sensible man like you have sunk
so deep in folly? Is it not enough that your own peace of mind should
have been sacrificed, flung at the feet of this--what can I call
her?--Do you understand at last why I warned you against the Patrician
brood?--The faith, gratitude, and love of a good man!--What does she
care for them? Unhook the whiting; away with him in the dust! Here comes
a fine large fish who perhaps may swallow the bait!--Do you want to
ruin, for her sake, and the sake of that rascally son of the governor,
the comfort and happiness of an old man's last years when he has become
accustomed to love you, who so well deserve it, as his own son? Will
you--an energetic student, you--a man of powerful intellect, zealous
in your duty, and in favor with the gods--will you pine like a deserted
maiden or spring from the Leucadian rock like love-sick Sappho in the
play while the spectators shake with laughter? You must stay, Boy, you
must stay; and I will show you how a man must deal with a passion that
dishonors him."

"Show me," replied Philippus in a dull voice. "I ask no more. Do you
suppose that I am not myself ashamed of my own weakness? It ill beseems
me of all men, formed by fate for anything rather than to be a sighing
and rapturous lover. I will struggle with it, wrestle with it with all
the strength that is in me; but here, in Memphis, close to her and as
her Kyrios, I should be forced every day to see her, and day after day
be exposed to fresh and humiliating defeat! Here, cons