I obeyed the girl with pleasure and wrote on a
tablet as follows: “Polyaenus greets Circe. Dear lady, I admit my many
failings; for I am human, and still young. But never before this day have I
committed deadly sin. The culprit confesses to you; I have deserved whatever you
may order. I have been a traitor, I have destroyed a man, and profaned a temple:
demand my punishment for these crimes. If you decide on execution, I will come
with my sword; if you let me off with a flogging, I will run naked to my lady.
Illud unum memento, non me sed instrumenta peccasse. Paratus miles arma non
habui. Who upset me so I know not. Perhaps my will ran on while my body lagged
behind, perhaps I wasted all my pleasure in delay by desiring too much. I cannot
discover what I did. But you tell me to beware of paralysis: as if the disease
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worse, which has taken away from me the means of
making you my own. But my apology amounts to this—I will do your
pleasure if you allow me to mend my fault.” . . .
Chrysis was sent off with this promise, and I paid great attention to my offending
body, and after leaving my bath anointed myself in moderation, and then fed on
strong foods, onions, I mean, and snails' heads without sauce, and drank sparingly
of wine. I then settled myself with a gentle walk before bed, and went into my room
without Giton. I was so anxious to please her that I was afraid my brother might
take away my strength.