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Classical Studies 202 Ancient Roman Society Lecture # 2. - THE EARLY REPUBLIC (509 - 264 BC) - - G O V E R N M E N T – REPUBLICAN IDEALS – BREAK – - FAMILY LIFE - - WOMEN – - C H I L D R E N - - REPUBLICAN LITERATURE -. THE EARLY REPUBLIC (509 - 264 BC).
- THE EARLY REPUBLIC (509 - 264 BC) -
- G O V E R N M E N T –
- FAMILY LIFE -
- WOMEN –
- C H I L D R E N -
- REPUBLICAN LITERATURE -
Horatiusdefended the Pons Sublicius bridge
Tiberinus, holy father, I pray thee to receive into thy propitious stream these arms and this thy warrior."Horatius Cocles (“The One- Eyed”)
Huge families threaten to swamp Italy
Mobile experts at mountain and rough ground fighting & skirmishingThe Samnites
- biological (childbirth, sex)
- economic (dowry, household management, labour, wool-working)
-supervise slaves, children
-incl. exposure, arranged marriages
“Julius Caesar, you’re a snot,
I don’t care if you like it or not.
Maybe you’re good luck, maybe you’re bad,
I don’t care, now go on, and be mad.”
“My Lesbia, let us live and let us love
And not care two cents for old men
Who sermonise and disapprove.
Suns when they sink can rise again,
But we, when our brief light has shone,
Must sleep the long night on and on.
Kiss me: a thousand kisses, then
A hundred more, and now a second
Thousand and hundred, and now still
Hundreds and thousands more, until
The thousands thousands can’t be counted
And we’ve lost track of the amount
And nobody can work us ill
With the evil eye by keeping count.”
“She swears she’d rather marry me
Than anyone – even Jupiter,
Supposing he were courting here.
She swears; but what a girl will swear
To the man who loves her ought to be
Scribbled on water, scrawled on air.”
“Lesbia spits all day against my name,
And yet I’ll stake my life she loves me.
I curse her all the time – I’ve just the same symptoms
If I don’t love her, let me die.”
“How do you, girl with the outsize nose,
Colourless eyes, stub fingers, ugly toes,
Coarse conversation and lips none too dry,
Friend of the bankrupt man from Formiae.
Are you the lady whom Cisapline Gaul
Ranks with my Lesbia and dares to call
Beautiful? O provincial generation –
No taste, no culture, no imagination!”
“Rufus, it’s no matter for surprise
That no girl offers you her tender thighs,
Not even though you work at undermining
Virtue with gifts of rare silks and clear-shining,
Mouth-watering stones. An ugly rumour harms
Your reputation. Underneath your arms
They say you keep a fierce goat which alarms
All comers – and no wonder, for the least
Beauty would never bed with that rank beast.
So either kill the pest that makes the stink
Or else stop wondering why the women shrink.”