Pious old wife of Philemon on a Phrygian hillside, who with her husband alone opened their thatched cottage to Jupiter and Mercury when a thousand proud doors stayed shut — and who, rewarded with a temple and a shared death, became an oak tree intertwined with her husband's linden.1
Baucis and Philemon had married in youth in the same small cottage and grown old there, content with poverty because they knew their lot and bore it without bitterness. Their whole household was the two of them — no servants, no masters — and they greeted the wandering gods as equals.2
When Jupiter and Mercury came in mortal guise, Baucis spread the table with olives, garden greens, and humble fare, and the couple chased their goose round the room to sacrifice it until the gods forbade the killing. The wine bowl refilled itself; Baucis and Philemon wept to see divine power in their poor house.3
Led up the hill, they watched the valley flood and every proud house sink while their cottage alone stood — and turned before their eyes into a temple with marble columns and a golden roof. Asked what reward they wished, Baucis prayed only to die together with Philemon and serve the shrine as priestess beside her husband.4
Years later, tending the shrine, Baucis saw Philemon sprouting leaves and felt bark cover her own limbs; she merged with him into an oak and a linden whose branches intertwined. Ovid says garlands still hung on the boughs that had been pious Baucis and faithful Philemon.5
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