Erotica Romana · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Scene now completed and ready to tease, he goes scampering, shouting
For all Olympus to hear: "Come, see these glorious deeds! Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his indefatigable journey Over that infinite path never did witness the like!" Everyone hastened, gulled by the dissolute boy, who feigning Earnest, had summoned them all (Fame by no means lagged behind). Which of the gods will now smile in sweet condescension on Cupid? --Juno! delighted, of course, seeing a man humbled so. Fame, on the other hand, stood there ashamed, embarrassed, despairing. First she just laughed, saying: "Gods, be not deceived. It's a masque. I know my hero too well to be fooled by disguises of actors." Soon, though, in pain she perceived: Hercules, none but he. (Vulcan had not been one thousandth so vexed to discover his playmate Under his meshes ensnared, caught with his own lusty friend, Lying just as the wiles of the net at the most crucial moment Deftly embraced their embrace, trapping their instant of joy. How those boys, Bacchus and Mercury, guffawed, and freely admitted: Sweet must be the repose, lying on bosom so fine Of this magnificent woman. They turned to Vulcan entreating: "Do not release them just yet. Let us inspect them once more." And the old cuckold was cuckold enough to comply with their wishes.) As for poor Fame, in all haste, burning with wrath she must flee.
Since then no armistice has been proclaimed to the feuding between them. Let her but favor a man, hot in pursuit is the boy. He whom Fame honors most can least defend against Cupid, And her most dang'rous attacks strike the most morally proud. Whoever tries to escape him is dragged down from bad deeds to worse ones. Yes, he will offer you girls--if like a fool you despise These, only then do you feel from his bow the arrows most vicious: Heat of man's love for man, ardent desires toward beasts. For those ashamed of him Cupid reserves the bitterest passions, Mingling for hypocrites their pleasure in vice and remorse. But, at the same time, the goddess seeks him, she's watching and list'ning. Should find him with you, ill disposed will she be: Frighten you, frowning austerely, contemptuously, violently casting Into the worst of repute houses he's known to frequent. Ah, it's the same with me, too. I haven't escaped her, the goddess. Jealously she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose. I will submit to the ancient law and in silence revere her, For, when great lords fall out, I like the Greeks must atone.
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