FOURTH AND LAST PART.
63. LXIII. TALK WITH THE KINGS. (continued)
--The man that is higher than we, although we are kings. To him do we
convey this ass. For the highest man shall also be the highest lord on
earth.
There is no sorer misfortune in all human destiny, than when the mighty of
the earth are not also the first men. Then everything becometh false and
distorted and monstrous.
And when they are even the last men, and more beast than man, then riseth
and riseth the populace in honour, and at last saith even the populace-virtue:
'Lo, I alone am virtue!'"--
What have I just heard? answered Zarathustra. What wisdom in kings! I am
enchanted, and verily, I have already promptings to make a rhyme thereon:--
--Even if it should happen to be a rhyme not suited for every one's ears.
I unlearned long ago to have consideration for long ears. Well then! Well
now!
(Here, however, it happened that the ass also found utterance: it said
distinctly and with malevolence, Y-E-A.)
'Twas once--methinks year one of our blessed Lord,--
Drunk without wine, the Sybil thus deplored:--
"How ill things go!
Decline! Decline! Ne'er sank the world so low!
Rome now hath turned harlot and harlot-stew,
Rome's Caesar a beast, and God--hath turned Jew!
2.
With those rhymes of Zarathustra the kings were delighted; the king on the
right, however, said: "O Zarathustra, how well it was that we set out to
see thee!
For thine enemies showed us thy likeness in their mirror: there lookedst
thou with the grimace of a devil, and sneeringly: so that we were afraid
of thee.
But what good did it do! Always didst thou prick us anew in heart and ear
with thy sayings. Then did we say at last: What doth it matter how he
look!
We must HEAR him; him who teacheth: 'Ye shall love peace as a means to new
wars, and the short peace more than the long!'
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