罗马是怎样建成的（8）
《泰西故事30篇》作者：李汉昭 2017-04-10 17:32
罗马是怎样建成的（8）
“Our grandfather, Numitor, is again the king of Alba Longa!” cried Romulus.
“Long life to King Numitor!” shouted the rabble of shepherds. Some of them hastened to fetch the old man from his farm; and ***d great rejoicings he was again seated on the throne from which he had been driven so long before.
Ⅷ The New City
Romulus and Remus might have remained in Alba Longa and lived at ease in their grandfather’s palace; and, indeed, the poor man needed their help badly enough. But they longed for the pleasant hills where they had spent their childhood—for the Palatine and the Aventine, with their pasture lands and their green woods.
“Grandfather,” they said, “you are the king of Alba Longa and we wish you long life and prosperity. But Alba Longa is no place for us. Give us leave to go out in the wild region by the Tiber and build a new town of our own.”
What could Numitor do but tell them to go wherever they pleased? And so, at the head of a company of reckless men—some shepherds and some robbers—they went back to the hills by the Tiber.
“We will build our town on the Palatine,” said Romulus.
“No, indeed,” said Remus, “we will build it on the Aventine.”
They could not agree; neither could the men who were with them. At last, when they were about to come to blows, old Faustulus stepped between them.
“For your own sakes, my boys,” he said, “don’t be wolves, but men. Settle this question in a peaceful way. Let the augurs decide.”
“You are right,” said the brothers， “the augurs shall decide. Tonight we will watch for such signs as the powers above may send us.”
All night long Romulus sat alone on the summit of the Palatine; all night long Remus sat alone on the summit of the Aventine. Thick clouds concealed the sky; the world was wrapped in pitchy darkness; nothing could be seen; n
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“Our grandfather, Numitor, is again the king of Alba Longa!” cried Romulus.
“Long life to King Numitor!” shouted the rabble of shepherds. Some of them hastened to fetch the old man from his farm; and ***d great rejoicings he was again seated on the throne from which he had been driven so long before.
Ⅷ The New City
Romulus and Remus might have remained in Alba Longa and lived at ease in their grandfather’s palace; and, indeed, the poor man needed their help badly enough. But they longed for the pleasant hills where they had spent their childhood—for the Palatine and the Aventine, with their pasture lands and their green woods.
“Grandfather,” they said, “you are the king of Alba Longa and we wish you long life and prosperity. But Alba Longa is no place for us. Give us leave to go out in the wild region by the Tiber and build a new town of our own.”
What could Numitor do but tell them to go wherever they pleased? And so, at the head of a company of reckless men—some shepherds and some robbers—they went back to the hills by the Tiber.
“We will build our town on the Palatine,” said Romulus.
“No, indeed,” said Remus, “we will build it on the Aventine.”
They could not agree; neither could the men who were with them. At last, when they were about to come to blows, old Faustulus stepped between them.
“For your own sakes, my boys,” he said, “don’t be wolves, but men. Settle this question in a peaceful way. Let the augurs decide.”
“You are right,” said the brothers， “the augurs shall decide. Tonight we will watch for such signs as the powers above may send us.”
All night long Romulus sat alone on the summit of the Palatine; all night long Remus sat alone on the summit of the Aventine. Thick clouds concealed the sky; the world was wrapped in pitchy darkness; nothing could be seen; n