become a living and breathing sepulchre of Mausolus by the testimony of those who record that she drank a potion powdered with the dead man’s bones.7
Queen Hypsicratea also in her love for her husband Mithridates gave rein to her affection. For his sake she considered it a pleasure to convert the outstanding beauty of her person to masculine style. For she cut her hair short and accustomed herself to a horse and weapons the more easily to partake of his toils and dangers. She even followed him as he fled through savage nations after his defeat by Cn. Pompeius, tireless in spirit as in body. Such loyalty on her part was a great consolation and a delightful solace to Mithridates in harsh and difficult circumstances. For he felt that he was wandering with house and household gods as his wife joined him in exile.8
But why do I scrutinize Asia, the vast empty tracts of barbary, the recesses of the Pontic Gulf, when the brightest ornament of all Greece, Lacedaemon, exhibits to our eyes an outstanding specimen of wifely loyalty, comparable in admiration of the act to the many great glories of its country?
The Minyae derived their origin, conceived in the island of Lemnos, from the famous band of Jason’s companions. For several turns of the centuries they had stayed in their dwelling undisturbed. Then, when the Pelasgians drove them out by arms, in need of foreign help they occupied the lofty ridges of the Taygetan mountains as suppliants. The Spartan community out of respect for the Tyndaridae (for in that ship of noble fame the pair of brothers destined for the stars had once shone) brought