Sat. 1.5.1Ēgressum magnā mē accēpit Arīcia Rōmā
hospitiō modicō;When I had left great Rome, Aricia received me with modest lodging; Sat. 1.5.2rhētor comes Hēliodōrus,
graecōrum longē doctissimus;my companion was the rhetorician Heliodorus, by far the most learned of the Greeks; Sat. 1.5.3inde forum Appī
differtum nautīs caupōnibus atque malignīs.then Forum Appii, crammed with boatmen and grasping innkeepers. Sat. 1.5.5Hoc iter ignāvī dīvīsimus, altius ac nōs
praecīnctīs ūnum: minus est gravis Appia tardīs.This stretch we lazily divided in two, though for travellers girt higher than we it is a single day: the Appian Way is less hard on the slow. Sat. 1.5.7Hīc ego propter aquam, quod erat dēterrima, ventrī
indīcō bellum, cēnantīs haud animō aequō
exspectāns comitēs.Here, because of the water, which was utterly foul, I declare war on my belly, waiting with no good grace for my companions as they dined. Sat. 1.5.9Iam nox indūcere terrīs
10umbrās et caelō diffundere signa parābat:
tum puerī nautīs, puerīs convīcia nautae
ingerere: 'hūc adpelle';Already night was preparing to draw her shadows over the earth and to spread the constellations across the sky: then the slaves began to heap abuse on the boatmen, the boatmen on the slaves: 'Bring her in here!'; Sat. 1.5.12'trecentōs īnseris';'You're packing in three hundred!'; Sat. 1.5.12'ohē,
iam satis est.' dum aes exigitur, dum mūla ligātur,
tōta abit hōra.'Whoa, that's enough now!' While the fares are collected, while the mule is harnessed, a whole hour goes by.
Sat. 1.5.14Malī culicēs rānaeque palūstrēs
15āvertunt somnōs;Wretched gnats and marsh frogs drive away sleep; Sat. 1.5.15absentem cantat amīcam
multā prōlūtus vappā nauta atque viātor
certātim;a boatman, soaked in plenty of sour wine, sings of his absent girl, and a traveller vies with him; Sat. 1.5.17tandem fessus dormīre viātor
incipit ac missae pāstum retinācula mūlae
nauta piger saxō religat stertitque supīnus.at last the traveller, tired out, begins to sleep, and the lazy boatman turns the mule out to graze, ties its tether to a stone, and snores on his back. Sat. 1.5.20Iamque diēs aderat, nīl cum prōcēdere lintrem
sentīmus, dōnec cerebrōsus prōsilit ūnus
ac mūlae nautaeque caput lumbōsque salignō
fūste dolat: quartā vix dēmum expōnimur hōrā.And now day was at hand when we notice that the barge is making no progress, until one hot-headed fellow jumps out and belabours the mule's and the boatman's head and loins with a willow cudgel: at long last, at the fourth hour, we are put ashore. Sat. 1.5.24Ōra manūsque tuā lāvimus, Fērōnia, lymphā.We washed our faces and hands, Feronia, in your stream.
Sat. 1.5.25Mīlia tum prānsī tria rēpimus atque subīmus
inpositum saxīs lātē candentibus Anxur.Then, after breakfast, we crawl on three miles and climb up to Anxur, perched on its far-gleaming rocks. Sat. 1.5.27Hūc ventūrus erat Maecēnās optimus atque
Cocceius, missī magnīs dē rēbus uterque
lēgātī, āversōs solitī conpōnere amīcōs.Here excellent Maecenas was to come, and Cocceius, both sent as envoys on matters of great importance, practised in reconciling estranged friends. Sat. 1.5.30Hīc oculīs ego nigra meīs collȳria lippus
inlinere.Here, suffering from sore eyes, I smeared black ointment on them. Sat. 1.5.31Intereā Maecēnās advēnit atque
Cocceius Capitōque simul Fontēius, ad unguem
factus homō, Antōnī, nōn ut magis alter, amīcus.Meanwhile Maecenas arrives, and Cocceius, and with them Fonteius Capito, a man perfect to the fingertip, a friend to Antony like no other. Sat. 1.5.34Fundōs Aufidiō Luscō praetōre libenter
35linquimus, īnsānī rīdentēs praemia scrībae,
praetextam et lātum clāvum prūnaeque vatillum.Fundi, with Aufidius Luscus as praetor, we gladly leave behind, laughing at the regalia of the crazy clerk, his bordered toga and broad stripe and pan of coals. Sat. 1.5.37In Māmurrārum lassī deinde urbe manēmus,
Mūrēnā praebente domum, Capitōne culīnam.Then, tired, we stay in the city of the Mamurrae, Murena providing the house, Capito the kitchen.
Sat. 1.5.39Postera lūx orītur multō grātissima;The next day dawns, by far the most welcome; Sat. 1.5.39namque
40Plōtius et Varius Sinuessae Vergiliusque
occurrunt, animae, quālīs neque candidiōrēs
terra tulit neque quis mē sit dēvīnctior alter.for at Sinuessa Plotius and Varius and Virgil meet us, souls than whom the earth has borne none purer, nor is anyone more bound to them than I. Sat. 1.5.43Ō quī conplexūs et gaudia quanta fuērunt.Oh, what embraces there were, and what great joy! Sat. 1.5.44Nīl ego contulerim iūcundō sānus amīcō.While I am in my right mind, I would compare nothing to a pleasant friend. Sat. 1.5.45Proxima Campānō pontī quae vīllula, tēctum
praebuit et parochī, quae dēbent, ligna salemque.The little villa nearest to the Campanian bridge gave us shelter, and the purveyors gave the wood and salt that they are bound to provide. Sat. 1.5.47Hinc mūlī Capuae clītellās tempore pōnunt.From here the mules lay down their packs at Capua in good time. Sat. 1.5.48Lūsum it Maecēnās, dormītum ego Vergiliusque;Maecenas goes off to play, Virgil and I to sleep; Sat. 1.5.49namque pila lippīs inimīcum et lūdere crūdīs.for ball games are bad for sore eyes and for weak stomachs.
Sat. 1.5.50Hinc nōs Cocceī recipit plēnissima vīlla,
quae super est Caudī caupōnās.From here the well-stocked villa of Cocceius takes us in, which lies above the inns of Caudium. Sat. 1.5.51Nunc mihi paucīs
Sarmentī Scurrae pugnam Messīque Cicerrī,
Mūsa, velim memorēs et quō patre nātus uterque
contulerit lītīs.Now, Muse, I would have you recall for me in brief the fight between Sarmentus the jester and Messius Cicirrus, and from what fathers each was born that entered the quarrel. Sat. 1.5.54Messī clārum genus Oscī;Messius comes of the famous Oscan stock; Sat. 1.5.55Sarmentī domina exstat: ab hīs maiōribus ortī
ad pugnam vēnēre.Sarmentus' mistress is still alive: sprung from such ancestors they came to the fight. Sat. 1.5.56Prior Sarmentus 'equī tē
esse ferī similem dīcō.' rīdēmus, et ipse
Messius 'accipiō,' caput et movet.Sarmentus first: 'I say you're like a wild horse.' We laugh, and Messius himself says 'Agreed,' and tosses his head. Sat. 1.5.58'Ō tua cornū
nī foret exsectō frōns,' inquit, 'quid facerēs, cum
60sīc mutilus minitāris?' at illī foeda cicātrīx
saetōsam laevī frontem turpāverat ōris.'Oh, if the horn had not been cut out of your forehead,' says Sarmentus, 'what would you do, when you threaten like this, dehorned as you are?' And indeed an ugly scar had disfigured the bristly forehead on the left side of his face.
Sat. 1.5.62Campānum in morbum, in faciem permulta iocātus,
pāstōrem saltāret utī Cyclōpa rogābat:
nīl illī lārvā aut tragicīs opus esse cothurnīs.After many jokes about the Campanian disease and about his face, he asked him to dance the Shepherd Cyclops: he would need no mask or tragic buskins. Sat. 1.5.65Multa Cicerrus ad haec: dōnāsset iamnē catēnam
ex vōtō Laribus, quaerēbat;Cicirrus had much to say to this: he asked whether he had yet given his chain to the household gods, as he had vowed; Sat. 1.5.66scrība quod esset,
nīlō dēterius dominae iūs esse;though he was a clerk, his mistress's claim on him was none the weaker; Sat. 1.5.67rogābat
dēnique, cūr umquam fūgisset, cui satis ūna
farris lībra foret, gracilī sīc tamque pusillō.lastly he asked why he had ever run away, when one pound of meal would be enough for him, slight and puny as he was. Sat. 1.5.70Prōrsus iūcundē cēnam prōdūcimus illam.Altogether merrily we draw that dinner out. Sat. 1.5.71Tendimus hinc rēctā Beneventum, ubi sēdulus hospes
paene macrōs ārsit dum turdōs versat in ignī.From here we head straight for Beneventum, where our busy host was nearly burnt while turning lean thrushes over the fire.
Sat. 1.5.73Nam vaga per veterem dīlāpsō flamma culīnam
volcānō summum properābat lambere tēctum.For as Vulcan slipped loose, the flame strayed through the old kitchen and was hurrying to lick the top of the roof. Sat. 1.5.75Convīvās avidōs cēnam servōsque timentīs
tum rapere atque omnīs restinguere velle vidērēs.Then you could have seen the hungry guests and the frightened slaves snatching up the dinner and all trying to put out the fire. Sat. 1.5.77Incipit ex illō montīs Appulia notōs
ostentāre mihi, quōs torret Atabulus et quōs
nunquam ērepsēmus, nisi nōs vīcīna Trivicī
80vīlla recēpisset lacrimōsō nōn sine fūmō,
ūdōs cum foliīs rāmōs ūrente camīnō.From there Apulia begins to show me her familiar mountains, which the Atabulus scorches, and which we would never have crept over, had not a villa near Trivicum taken us in, not without tear-making smoke, as the stove burnt damp branches, leaves and all. Sat. 1.5.82Hīc ego mendācem stultissimus ūsque puellam
ad mediam noctem exspectō;Here, utter fool that I am, I wait right up to midnight for a lying girl; Sat. 1.5.83somnus tamen aufert
intentum Venerī;sleep nonetheless carries me off, still intent on love; Sat. 1.5.84tum inmundō somnia vīsū
85nocturnam vestem maculant ventremque supīnum.then dreams with filthy visions stain my nightclothes and my belly as I lie on my back.
Sat. 1.5.86Quattuor hinc rapimur vīgintī et mīlia raedīs,
mānsūrī oppidulō, quod versū dīcere nōn est,
signīs perfacile est: vēnit vīlissima rērum
hīc aqua, sed pānis longē pulcherrimus, ultrā
90callidus ut soleat umerīs portāre viātor.From here we are whirled in carriages twenty-four miles, to stop at a little town which cannot be named in verse, but is very easily described by signs: here water, the cheapest of things, is sold, but the bread is by far the finest, so that the knowing traveller usually carries it on his shoulders for the road beyond. Sat. 1.5.91Nam Canusī lapidōsus, aquae nōn dītior urna:
quī locus ā fortī Diomēde est conditus ōlim.For at Canusium it is gritty, and the town is not a jug richer in water: a place founded long ago by brave Diomedes. Sat. 1.5.93Flentibus hinc Varius discēdit maestus amīcīs.Here Varius sadly leaves his weeping friends. Sat. 1.5.94Inde Rubōs fessī pervēnimus, utpote longum
95carpentēs iter et factum corruptius imbrī.Then we reach Rubi, tired out, since we were covering a long stretch of road, made worse by rain. Sat. 1.5.96Postera tempestās melior, via peior ad ūsque
Barī moenia piscōsī;The next day's weather was better, the road worse, right up to the walls of Barium, rich in fish; Sat. 1.5.97Dein Gnatia lymphīs
īrātīs exstrūcta dedit rīsūsque iocōsque,
dum flammā sine tūra liquēscere līmine sacrō
100persuādēre cupit.then Gnatia, built under the anger of the water nymphs, gave us laughter and jokes, as it tried to persuade us that incense melts without fire on its sacred threshold.
Sat. 1.5.100Crēdat Iūdaeus Apella,
nōn ego;The Jew Apella may believe it, not I; Sat. 1.5.101namque Deōs didicī sēcūrum agere aevom
nec, sīquid mīrī faciat nātūra, deōs id
trīstīs ex altō caelī dēmittere tēctō.for I have learnt that the gods lead a carefree life, and that if nature does anything wonderful, it is not the gods who send it down in ill humour from the high roof of heaven. Sat. 1.5.104Brundisium longae fīnis chartaeque viaeque est.Brundisium is the end of a long page and a long road.