“Ense maritali nemo confossus adulter
Purpureo Stygias sanguine tinxit aquas.”
[“Never did adulterer slain by a husband
stain with purple blood the Stygian waters.”]
Lucullus, Caesar, Pompey, Antony, Cato, and other brave men were cuckolds, and knew it, without making any bustle about it; there was in those days but one coxcomb, Lepidus, that died for grief that his wife had used him so.
“Ah! tum te miserum malique fati,
Quem attractis pedibus, patente porta,
Percurrent raphanique mugilesque:”
[“Wretched man! when, taken in the fact, thou wilt be
dragged out of doors by the heels, and suffer the punishment
of thy adultery.”—Catullus, xv. 17.]
and the god of our poet, when he surprised one of his companions with his wife, satisfied himself by putting them to shame only,
“Atque aliquis de dis non tristibus optat
Sic fieri turpis:”
[“And one of the merry gods wishes that he should himself
like to be so disgraced.”—Ovid, Metam., iv. 187.]
and nevertheless took anger at the lukewarm embraces she gave him; complaining that upon that account she was grown jealous of his affection:
“Quid causas petis ex alto? fiducia cessit
Quo tibi, diva, mei?”
[“Dost thou seek causes from above? Why, goddess, has your
confidence in me ceased?”—Virgil, AEneid, viii. 395.]
nay, she entreats arms for a bastard of hers,
“Arena rogo genitrix nato.”
[“I, a mother, ask armour for a son.”—Idem, ibid., 383.]
which are freely granted; and Vulcan speaks honourably of AEneas,