ppear. Unless, indeed, we suppose that Ennius heard the whole of that
address--

O piety of the soul....

(if, indeed, he did dream it), just as he would have heard it if he had
been awake. For when awake, he was able to think those things phantoms--as,
in fact, they were--and dreams. But while he was asleep, he felt as sure of
their reality as if he had been awake. Again, Iliona, in that dream of
hers, where she hears--

Mother, I call on you....

does she not believe that her son has spoken, just as she would have
believed it if she had been awake? On which account she adds--

Come now, stand here, remain, and hear my words,
And once again repeat those words to me.

Does she here seem to place less trust in what she has seen than people do
when awake?

XXVIII. Why should I speak of madmen?--such as your relation Tuditanus was,
Catulus. Does any man, who may be ever so much in his senses, think the
things which he sees as certain as he used to think those that appeared to
him? Again, the man who cries out--

I see you now, I see you now alive,
Ulysses, while such sight is still allow'd me;

does he not twice cry out that he is seeing what he never sees at all?
Again, when Hercules, in Euripides, shot his own sons with his arrows,
taking them for the sons of Eurystheus,--when he slew his wife,--when he
endeavoured even to slay his father,--was he not worked upon by false
ideas, just as he might have been by true ones? Again, does not your own
Alcmaeon, who says that his heart distrusts the witness of his eyes, say in
the same place, while inflamed by frenzy--

Whence does this flame arise?

And presently afterwards--

Come on; come on; they hasten, they approach;
They seek for me.

Listen, how he implores the good faith of the virgin:--

O bring me aid; O drive this pest away;
This fiery power which now doth torture me;
See, they advance, dark shades, with flames encircled,
And stand around me with their blazing torches.

Have you any doubt here that he appears to himself to see these things?
And then the rest of his speech:--

See how Apollo, fair-hair'd God,
Draws in and bends his golden bow;
While on the left fair Dian waves her torch.

How could he have believed these things any more if they had really
existed than he did when they only seemed to exist? For it is clear that
at the moment his heart