Nor did I there very long complain, for fearing one Menelaus, an usher of a school, might, among other misfortunes, find me alone in the inn, I made up my wallet, and, very pensive, took me a lodging in a private place near the sea:  there, after I had been mewd up for three days, reflecting afresh on my despis’d and abject condition, I beat my breast, as sick as it was; and, when my deep sighs would suffer me, often cry’d out; “Why has not the earth burst open, and swallow’d me?  Why has not the sea o’erwhelm’d me that respects not even the innocent themselves?  Have I been a murderer? when I had violated Lycas’s wife, have I fled justice? have I escap’d even when I was condemn’d to dye, to live in a strange place, to have my name recorded only among beggars and vagabonds? and who condemn’d me to this solitude?—­A boy!  One who is a prostitute to all manner of lust; and by his own confession deserves to dye; whom vice has enobl’d from a slave; who was publickly contracted with as a girl, by one that knew he was of the other sex:  and what a wretch is that other, ye gods! whom, when he might have writ man, his mother perswaded even out of his sex, and putting on petty-coats, was condemn’d to a maids office in a prison:  who, after he had spent what he had, and chang’d the scene of his lust; having contracted an old friendship, basely left it; and, frontless impudence! like a hot whore, for one night’s pleasure, sold his friend.  Now the lovers lye whole nights lockt in each other’s arms, and who knows but in those intervals they recruit their weary’d strength, may laugh at me:  but they shan’t go off so, for if I’m a man, or a free-born one at least, I’ll make their blood compensate the injury.”

Having thus said I girt on my sword; and lest I shou’d be too weak to maintain the war, encourag’d my self with a lusty meal, and making out of doors, like one possesst, search’d every place:  but whilst, with a wild distracted countenance, I thought of nothing but blood and slaughter; and oft with execrations laying my hand on my sword, a souldier, perhaps some cheat or padder, observ’d me, and making up to me, askt to what regiment or company I, his brother souldier, belong’d? when, with a good assurance, I had cheated him into a belief of the regiment and company; well, but friend, said he, looking down, doe the souldiers of your company walk in such shoes?  I began to look guilty, and by my trembling discover’d the lye I had told him:  upon which he made me lay down my arms, and bid me take care of the worst.  Thus stript, nay and thus rob’d of my revenge, I return’d to my lodging, where by degrees my fears abating, I began in my mind to thank the robber.