Consolation à Marcia Chapitre 6

Tuum ilhc, Marcia, negotium actum, tibi Areus adsedit ; muta personam - te consolatus est. Sed puta, Marcia, ereptum tibi amplius quam ulla umquam mater amiserit - non permulceo te nec extenuo calamitatem tuam. Si fletibus fata vincuntur, conferamus ; eat omnis inter luctus dies, noctem sine somno tristitia consumat ; ingerantur lacerato pectori manus et in ipsam faciem impetus fiat atque omni se genere saevitiae profecturus maeror exerceat. Sed si nullis planctibus defuncta revocantur, si sors immota et in aeternum fixa nulla miseria mutatur et mors tenuit quicquid abstulit, desinat dolor qui perit. Quare regamur nec nos ista vis transversos auferat! Turpis est navigii rector, cui gubernacula fluctus eripuit, qui fluvitantia vela deseruit, permisit tempestati ratem ; at ille vel in naufragio laudandus quem obruit mare clavum tenentem et obnixum.

It is your trouble, Marcia, which has been dealt with here: it is beside your couch of mourning that Areus has been sitting: change the characters, and it is you whom he has been consoling. But, on the other hand, Marcia, suppose that you have sustained a greater loss than ever mother did before you: see, I am not soothing you or making light of your misfortune: if fate can be overcome by tears, let us bring tears to bear upon it: let every day be passed in mourning, every night be spent in sorrow instead of sleep: let your breast be torn by your own hands, your very face attacked by them, and every kind of cruelty be practised by your grief, if it will profit you. But if the dead cannot be brought back to life, however much we may beat our breasts, if destiny remains fixed and immoveable for ever, not to be changed by any sorrow, however great, and death does not loose his hold of anything that he once has taken away, then let our futile grief be brought to an end. Let us, then, steer our own course, and no longer allow ourselves to be driven to leeward by the force of our misfortune. He is a sorry pilot who lets the waves wring his rudder from his grasp, who leaves the sails to fly loose, and abandons the ship to the storm: but he who boldly grasps the helm and clings to it until the sea closes over him, deserves praise even though he be shipwrecked.

Marcia, la cause de Livie est la vôtre ; c’est vous qu’Aréus assistait dans la personne de Livie, c’est vous qu’il consolait. Mais supposons, Marcia, que le sort vous ait ravi plus que ne perdit jamais aucune mère ; et je n’atténue point sous des mots radoucis la grandeur de votre infortune ; si les pleurs désarment le sort, pleurons ensemble ; que tous nos jours s’écoulent dans le deuil ; que nos nuits sans sommeil, se consument au sein de la tristesse ; que nos mains frappent, déchirent notre poitrine et s’attaquent même à notre visage ; exerçons sur nous toutes les rigueurs d’une salutaire affliction . Mais si nuls sanglots ne rappellent à la vie ce qui n’est plus ; si le destin est immuable, à jamais fixe dans ses lois que les plus touchantes misères ne sauraient changer ; si enfin la mort ne lâche point sa proie, cessons une douleur qui serait sans fruit. Soyons donc maîtres et non pas jouets de sa violence. Le pilote est déshonoré, si les flots lui arrachent le gouvernail, s’il abandonne les voiles que se disputent les vents et livre à l’ouragan le navire ; mais au sein même du naufrage, admirons celui que la mer engloutit ferme à son timon et luttant jusqu’au bout.