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In receptatores sicariorum.[1]

Those who harbour cut-throats

XCIIII.

Latronum furumque manus tibi Scaeva[2] per urbem
It comes, & diris cincta cohors gladiis.
Atque ita te mentis generosum prodige censes,
Quòd tua complureis allicit olla malos.
En novus Actaeon, qui postquàm cornua sumpsit,
In praedam canibus se dedit ipse suis.[3]

An evil-minded band of ruffians and thieves accompanies you about the city, a gang of supporters armed with lethal swords. And so, you wastrel, you consider yourself a fine lordly fellow because your cooking pot draws in crowds of scoundrels. - Here’s a fresh Actaeon - he, after he grew his horns, became the prey of his own hunting dogs.

Link to an image of this page  Link to an image of this page  [N6r p203]

Receptateurs d’homicides.

XCIIII.

Gens apres toy avecq’ espees,
(Dont plusieurs ont gaigné le pendre,
Ou d’avoir oreilles coppees)
Te font cornes au chef extendre,
Mais il t’en pourra ainsi prendre,
En nourrissant telz ruffiens,
Que a Acteon: qui (faict cerf tendre)
Fust devoré de tous ses chiens.

Notes:

1.  Before the 1536 edition, Wechel editions used an earlier version of the woodcut in which the horns were more like a goat than a deer’s antlers.

2.  Scaeva, ‘evil-minded’. The capital letter suggests that the Latin word could be taken as a proper name in the vocative case, i.e addressing one Scaeva.

3.  For the story of Actaeon turned into a stag and killed by his own hounds, see Ovid, Metamorphoses 3.138ff. Similarly, the hangers-on will destroy the one who has fed them.


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Sur celuy qui procure mal à soy-
mesme.

Prosopopoeie.

A grand regret je Chievre un loup allaicte
Mais mon pasteur le nourrir se delecte,[1]
Quand creu sera, il fauldra qu’il me mange:
Par nul bienfaict mauvaistie ne se change.[2]

Plusieurs nourrissent ceulx, par les-
quelz ilz seront destruictz.

Notes:

1.  This is a translation of Anthologia graeca 9.47. For the content cf. Aesop, Fables 313-5.

2.  ‘Wickedness is never deterred by services rendered’. See Erasmus, Adagia 1086, Ale luporum catulos.


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