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most frequented of any in Antwerp, I saw him, by accident, talking with a
stranger, who seemed past the flower of his age; his face was tanned, he had a
long beard, and his cloak was hanging carelessly about him, so that, by his
looks and habit, I concluded he was a seaman. As soon as Peter saw me, he
came and saluted me, and as I was returning his civility, he took me aside, and
pointing to him with whom he had been discoursing, he said, “Do you see that
man? I was just thinking to bring him to you.” I answered, “He should have
been very welcome on your account.” “And on his own too,” replied he, “if
you knew the man, for there is none alive that can give so copious an account
of unknown nations and countries as he can do, which I know you very much
desire.” “Then,” said I, “I did not guess amiss, for at first sight I took him for
a seaman.” “But you are much mistaken,” said he, “for he has not sailed as a
seaman, but as a traveller, or rather a philosopher. This Raphael, who from his
family carries the name of Hythloday, is not ignorant of the Latin tongue, but
is eminently learned in the Greek, having applied himself more particularly to
that than to the former, because he had given himself much to philosophy, in
which he knew that the Romans have left us nothing that is valuable, except
what is to be found in Seneca and Cicero. He is a Portuguese by birth, and
was so desirous of seeing the world, that he divided his estate among his
brothers, ran the same hazard as Americus Vesputius, and bore a share in
three of his four voyages that are now published; only he did not return with
him in his last, but obtained leave of him, almost by force, that he might be
one of those twenty-four who were left at the farthest place at which they
touched in their last voyage to New Castile. The leaving him thus did not a
little gratify one that was more fond of travelling than of returning home to be
buried in his own country; for he used often to say, that the way to heaven
was the same from all places, and he that had no grave had the heavens still
over him. Yet this disposition of mind had cost him dear, if God had not been
very gracious to him; for after he, with five Castalians, had travelled over
many countries, at last, by strange good fortune, he got to Ceylon, and from
thence to Calicut, where he, very happily, found some Portuguese ships; and,
beyond all men’s expectations, returned to his native country.” When Peter
had said this to me, I thanked him for his kindness in intending to give me the
acquaintance of a man whose conversation he knew would be so acceptable;
and upon that Raphael and I embraced each other. After those civilities were
past which are usual with strangers upon their first meeting, we all went to my
house, and entering into the garden, sat down on a green bank and entertained
one another in discourse. He told us that when Vesputius had sailed away, he,
and his companions that stayed behind in New Castile, by degrees insinuated
themselves into the affections of the people of the country, meeting often with
them and treating them gently; and at last they not only lived among them
without danger, but conversed familiarly with them, and got so far into the
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Utopia
- Title
- Utopia
- Author
- Thomas Morus
- Date
- 1516
- Language
- English
- License
- PD
- Size
- 21.0 x 29.7 cm
- Pages
- 86
- Keywords
- Utopia, State, Religion, English
- Categories
- International
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