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_ THE drama "Aureolus" was given usually in theatres or
amphitheatres, so arranged that they could open and present as it
were two separate stages. But after the spectacle in the gardens of
Caesar the usual method was omitted; for in this case the problem
was to let the greatest number of people look at a slave who, in the
drama, is devoured by a bear. ln the theatres the role of the bear is
played by an actor sewed up in a skin, but this time the
representation was to be real. This was a new idea of Tigeilinus.
At first Caesar refused to come, but changed his mind at
persuasion of the favorite. Tigellinus explained that after what had
happened in the gardens it was all the more his duty to appear
before the people, and he guaranteed that the crucified slave would
not insult him as had Crispus. The people were somewhat sated
and tired of blood-spilling; hence a new distribution of lottery
tickets and gifts was promised, as well as a feast, for the spectacle
was to be in the evening, in a brilliantly lighted ainphitheatre.
About dusk the whole amphitheatre was packed; the Augustians,
with Tigellinus at the head of them, came to a man, -- not only for
the spectacle itself, but to show their devotion to Casar and their
opinion of Chilo, of whom all Rome was then talking.
They whispered to one another that Caesar, when returning from
the gardens, had fallen into a frenzy and could not sleep, that
terrors and wonderful visions had attacked him; therefore he had
announced on the following morning his early journey to Achaaea.
But others denied this, declaring that he would be all the more
pitiless to the Christians. Cowards, however, were not lacking,
who foresaw that the accusation which Chilo had thrown into
Caesar's face might have the worst result possible. In conclusion,
there were those who through humanity begged Tigellinus to stop
persecution.
"See whither ye are going," said Barcus Soranus. "Ye wished to
allay people's anger and convince them that punishment was
falling on the guilty; the result is just the opposite."
"True!" added Antistius Verus, "all whisper to one another now
that the Christians were innocent. If that be cleverness, Chilo was
right when he said that your brains could be held in a nut-shell."
Tigellinus turned to them and said: "Barcus Soranus, people
whisper also to one another that thy daughter Servilia secreted her
Christian slaves from Caesar's justice; they say the same also of
thy wife, Antistius."
"That is not true!" exclaimed Barcus, with alarm.
"Your divorced women wished to ruin my wife, whose virtue they
envy," said Antistius Verus, with no less alarm.
But others spoke of Chilo.
"What has happened to him?" asked Eprius Marcellus. "He
delivered them himself into the hands of Tigellinus; from a beggar
he became rich; it was possible for him to live out his days in
peace, have a splendid funeral, and a tomb: but, no! All at once he
preferred to lose everything and destroy himself; he must, in truth,
be a maniac."
"Not a maniac, but he has become a Christian," said Tigellinus.
"Impossible!" said Vitelius.
"Have I not said," put in Vestinius, "'Kill Christians if ye like; but
believe me ye cannot war with their divinity. With it there is no
jesting'? See what is taking place. I have not burned Rome; but if
Caesar permitted I would give a hecatomb at once to their divinity.
And all should do the same, for I repeat: With it there is no jesting!
Remember my words to you."
"And I said something else," added Petronius. "Tigellinus laughed
when I said that they were arming, but I say more, -- they are
conquering."
"How is that? how is that?" inquired a number of voices.
"By Pollux, they are! For if such a man as Chilo could not reaist
them, who can? If ye think that after every spectacle the Christians
do not increase, become coppersmiths, or go to shaving beards, for
then ye will know better what people think, and what is happening
in the city."
"He speaks pure truth, by the sacred peplus of Diana," cried
Vestinius. But Barcus turned to Petronius.
"What is thy conclusion?"
"I conclude where ye began, -- there has been enough of
bloodshed."
Tigellinus looked at him jeeringly, -- "Ei! --a little more!"
"If thy head is not sufficient, thou hast another on thy cane," said
Petronius.
Further conversation was interrupted by the coming of Caesar,
who occupied his place in company with Pythagoras. Immediately
after began the representation of "Aureolus," to which not much
attention was paid, for the minds of the audience were fixed on
Chilo. The spectators, familiar with blood and torture, were
bored; they hissed, gave out shouts uncomplimentary to the court,
and demanded the bear scene, which for them was the only thing
of interest. Had it not been for gifts and the hope of seeing Chilo,
the spectacle would not have held the audience.
At last the looked-for moment came. Servants of the Circus
brought in first a wooden cross, so low that a bear standing on his
hind feet might reach the martyr's breast; then two men brought, or
rather dragged in, Chio, for as the bones in his legs were broken,
he was unable to walk alone. They laid him down and nailed him
to the wood so quickly that the curious Augustians had not even a
good look at him, and only after the cross had been fixed in the
place prepared for it did all eyes turn to the victim. But it was a
rare person who could recognize in that naked man the former
Chilo. After the tortures which Tigellinus had commanded, there
was not one drop of blood in his face, and only on his white beard
was evident a red trace left by blood after they had torn his tongue
out. Through the transparent skin it was quite possible to see his
bones. He seemed far older also, almost decrepit, Formerly his
eyes cast glances ever filled with disquiet and ill-will, his watchful
face reflected constant alarm and uncertainty; now his face had an
expression of pain, but it was as mild and calm as faces of the
sleeping or the dead. Perhaps remembrance of that thief on the
cross whom Christ had forgiven lent him confidence; perhaps,
also, he said in his soul to the merciful God,--
"O Lord, I bit like a venomous worm; but all my life I was
unfortunate. I was famishing from hunger, people trampled on me,
beat me, jeered at me. I was poor and very unhappy, and now they
put me to torture and nail me to a cross; but Thou, O Merciful, wilt
not reject me in this hour!" Peace descended evidently into his
crushed heart. No one laughed, for there was in that crucified man
something so calm, he seemed so old, so defenceless, so weak,
calling so much for pity with his lowliness, that each one asked
himself unconsciously how it was possible to torture and nail to
crosses men who would die soon in any case. The crowd was
silent. Among the Augustians Vcstinius, bending to right and left,
whispered in a terrified voice, "See how they die!" Others were
looking for the bear, wishing the spectacle to end at the earliest.
The bear came into the arena at last, and, swaying from side to
side a head which hung low, he looked around from beneath his
forehead, as if thinking of something or seeking something. At last
he saw the cross and the naked body. He approached it, and stood
on his hind legs; but after a moment he dropped again on his
fore-paws, and sitting under the cross began to growl, as if in his
heart of a beast pity for that remnant of a man had made itself
heard.
Cries were heard from Circus slaves urging on the bear, but the
people were silent.
Meanwhile Chilo raised his head with slow motion, and for a time
moved his eyes over the audience. At last his glance rested
somewhere on the highest rows of the amphitheatre; his breast
moved with more life, and something happened which caused
wonder and astonishment. That face became bright with a smile; a
ray of light, as it were, encircled that forehead; his eyes were
uplifted before death, and after a while two great tears which had
risen between the lids flowed slowly down his face.
And he died.
At that same moment a resonant manly voice high up under the
velarium exclaimed, --
"Peace to the martyrs!"
Deep silence reigned in the amphitheatre. _
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