E04212: Prudentius, in his Latin Crowns of the Martyrs (Peristephanon), written c. 400 in Calahorra (northern Spain), in a poem on the martyrdom of *Hippolytus (martyr of Rome, S00509), describes the underground tomb (crypta) in which Hippolytus was buried, and the cult he is receiving there from Romans and pilgrims from other regions.
Creators: name: Mszada
Publisher: name: University of Oxford
Year: 2017
Subjects: History

description: Liber Peristephanon, Poem XI.153-214<br><br>Haud procul extremo culta ad pomeria uallo<br>mersa latebrosis crypta patet foueis.<br>155 Huius in occultum gradibus uia prona reflexis<br>ire per anfractus luce latente docet.<br>Primas namque fores summo tenus intrat hiatu<br>inlustratque dies limina uestibuli.<br>Inde ubi progressu facili nigrescere uisa est<br>160 nox obscura loci per specus ambiguum,<br>occurrunt celsis inmissa foramina tectis,<br>quae iaciant claros antra super radios.<br>Quamlibet ancipites texant hinc inde recessus<br>arta sub umbrosis atria porticibus,<br>165 at tamen excisi subter caua uiscera montis<br>crebra terebrato fornice lux penetrat.<br>Sic datur absentis per subterranea solis<br>cernere fulgorem luminibusque frui.<br>Talibus Hippolyti corpus mandatur opertis,<br>170 propter ubi adposita est ara dicata deo.<br>Illa sacramenti donatrix mensa eademque <br>custos fida sui martyris adposita<br>seruat ad aeterni spem uindicis ossa sepulcro,<br>pascit item sanctis Tibricolas dapibus.<br>175 Mira loci pietas et prompta precantibus ara<br>spes hominum placida prosperitate iuuat.<br>Hic corruptelis animique et corporis aeger<br>oraui quotiens stratus, opem merui.<br>Quod laetor reditu, quod te, uenerande sacerdos,<br>180 conplecti licitum est, scribo quod haec eadem,<br>Hippolyto scio me debere, deus cui Christus<br>posse dedit quod quis postulet adnuere.<br>Ipsa illas animae exuuias quae continet intus<br>aedicula argento fulgurat ex solido.<br>185 Praefixit tabulas diues manus aequore leui<br>candentes, recauum quale nitet speculum,<br>nec Pariis contenta aditus obducere saxis<br>addidit ornando clara talenta operi.<br>Mane salutatum concurritur; omnis adorat<br>190 pubis, eunt redeunt solis adusque obitum.<br>Conglobat in cuneum Latios simul ac peregrinos<br>permixtim populos religionis amor.<br>Oscula perspicuo figunt inpressa metallo,<br>balsama defundunt, fletibus ora rigant. <br>195 Iam cum se renouat decursis mensibus annus<br>natalemque diem passio festa refert, <br>quanta putas studiis certantibus agmina cogi,<br>quaeue celebrando uota coire deo!<br>Vrbs augusta suos uomit effunditque Quirites,<br>200 una et patricios ambitione pari<br>confundit plebeia falanx umbonibus aequis<br>discrimen procerum praecipitante fide. <br>Nec minus Albanis acies se candida portis<br>explicat et longis ducitur ordinibus, <br>exultant fremitus uariarum hinc inde uiarum,<br>indigena et Picens plebs et Etrusca uenit. <br>Concurrit Samnitis atrox, habitator et altae<br>Campanus Capuae iamque Nolanus adest, <br>quisque sua laetus cum coniuge dulcibus et cum<br>210 pigneribus rapidum carpere gestit iter. <br>Vix capiunt patuli populorum gaudia campi,<br>haeret et in magnis densa cohors spatiis. <br>Angustum tantis illud specus esse cateruis<br>haud dubium est, ampla fauce licet pateat.<br><br><br>'Not far outside the wall, near the belt of cultivation just beyond it, yawns a cave which goes deep down in dark pits. Into its hidden depths a downward path shows the way by turning, winding steps, with the help of light from a source unseen, for the light of day enters the first approach as far as the top of the cleft and illumines the entrance, then as you go forward easily you see the dark night of the place fill the mysterious cavern with blackness, but you find openings let into the roof far above, so as to throw bright rays down into the chasm. (163) However doubtful you may feel of this fabric of narrow halls running back on either hand in darksome galleries, still through the holes pierced in the vault many a gleam of light makes its way down to the hollow interior of the disembowelled mount, and thus underground it is granted to see the brightness of a sun which is not there, and have the benefit of its light. (169) Such is the place of concealment to which the body of Hippolytus was committed and by it has been set an altar dedicated to God. That table both gives the sacrament and is set there as faithful guardian of its martyr; it keeps his bones in the tomb for the hope of their everlasting deliverer and feeds the dwellers on Tiber's banks with the holy food. (175) Wonderful is the grace that attaches to the spot, and the altar, ever ready to receive its suppliants, fosters the hopes of men with kindly favour. Whenever I bowed in prayer here, a sick man diseased in soul and body both, I gained help. My glad return, my chance to embrace you, reverend priest, my writing these very words, I know that I owe to Hippolytus, to whom Christ our God has given power to grant one's request. (183) The shrine itself which holds within it that body which the soul sloughed off, gleams with massive silver. On its front a rich hand has fixed plates whose smooth surface has a sheen like the brightness of a concave mirror, and not content to cover the approach with stones of Paros, has added shining precious metals to ornament the work. In the morning people assemble to pay their respects; all that are grown up do reverence, coming and going till set of sun. (191) The love of their religion masses Latins and strangers together in one general body. They print kisses on the clear metal, they pour down balsams, and wet their faces with their tears. And then when the months have run their course and the year begins afresh, when the festival of his passion brings again its anniversary, can you imagine what multitudes gather with emulous zeal, what prayers join together to honour God? (199) The majestic city disgorges her Romans in a stream; with equal ardour patricians and plebeian host are jumbled together shoulder to shoulder, for the faith banishes distinctions of birth and equally from Alba's gates the white-robed troops deploy and pass on in long lines. Loud sounds of rejoicing rise from diverse roads leading from different places; natives of Picenum and the people of Etruria come; (207) the fierce Samnite and the Campanian dweller in lofty Capua meet together, and men of Nola too are there, everyone in happy mood with wife and dear children and eager to get quickly on the way. Scarcely can the broad plains hold the joyous multitudes; the close-packed company sticks fast even in the wide spaces. For these great throngs the cavern is clearly too confined, for all the wideness of its mouth.'<br><br>Text: Cunningham 1966, 375-377. Translation: Thomson 1953: 315-19.